Darkness stands ear-pricked, poised, champing its icy snaffle, Pawing the cold electric straw of its airy stall. Darkness whinnies through cold space; no rare sky-stuff can baffle Its sharp and delicate hoofs, precisely placing their fall. Who will conquer darkness, who will mount this black stallion? From the east comes the glorious rider, his check-reins ablaze, White flame leaps from his bridle; his saddle -- a flowing medallion: And darkness sees and trembles; darkness, broken, obeys. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FISH STORY by HENRY AUGUSTIN BEERS THE PURPLE VALLEYS by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN BRIDE AND GROOM by LE BARON COOKE EPITAPH ON A FREE BUT TAME REDBREAST by WILLIAM COWPER TALE: 18. THE WAGER by GEORGE CRABBE |