HORSES in horseclothes stand in a row On board the huge ship, that at last lets go: Whither are they sailing? They do not know, Nor what for, nor how. -- They are horses of war, And are going to where there is fighting afar; But they gaze through their eye-holes unwitting they are, And that in some wilderness, gaunt and ghast, Their bones will bleach ere a year has passed, And the item be as "war-waste" classed. -- And when the band booms, and the folk say "Good-bye!" And the shore slides astern, they appear wrenched awry From the scheme Nature planned for them, -- wondering why. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EVENING STAR by THOMAS CAMPBELL UNDER THE OAK by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR AGAMEMNON: THE SACRIFICE OF IPHIGENIA. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS A RAILROAD YARD AT NIGHT by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE SOUL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |