A thunderpulse of rhythmic speed encased Between enameled steel and air-shod hooves. A four-toned voice in cachinnation phrased, And twin moon eyes for swift nocturnal moves. Within glass walls are tufted seats for seven, And reins tied in a circle's easy turning Into the gates of Limbo or of Heaven -- Both keep their light of welcome always burning. This view is personal and not, of course, Worth much in bird opinion. For since This oily steed made obsolete the horse There is scant food. Birds on each roadside fence Rejoice when death comes to this imitator And pluck the insects from his radiator. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON SEEING THE SUN SHINE ... MY WINDOW FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE YEAR by LUCY AIKEN CAPITAL SQUARE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON PSALM 19 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 29 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT CALLS ON THE HEART by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |