There where the course is, Delight makes all of the one mind, The riders upon the galloping horses, The crowd that closes in behind: We, too, had good attendance once, Hearers and hearteners of the work; Aye, horsemen for companions, Before the merchant and the clerk Breathed on the world with timid breath. Sing on: somewhere at some new moon, We'll learn that sleeping is not death, Hearing the whole earth change its tune, Its flesh being wild, and it again Crying aloud as the racecourse is, And we find hearteners among men That ride upon horses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: FLEECING TIME by EDITH SITWELL THE SIFTING OF PETER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NORTHERN FARMER, OLD STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE WITCHES' FROLIC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM MILTONIC by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT |