Poor rocking-horse! Eustace, and Edith too, Mount living steeds: she leans her dainty whip Across thy smooth-worn flank, and feels thee dip Beneath the pressure, while she dons a shoe, Or lifts a glove, and thinks 'My childhood's gone!' While the young statesman, with high hopes possest, Lays a light hand upon thy yielding crest, And rocks thee vacantly and passes on. Yet they both love thee - nor would either brook Thine absence from this hall, tho' other aims And interests have supplanted thy mute claims, And thou must be content with casual look From those, who sought thee once with earnest will, And galloped thee with all their might and skill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HEART KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS' (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE CONVENT THRESHOLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 86 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MAN FRAIL AND GOD ETERNAL by ISAAC WATTS EPIGRAM: 18. THE ENEMY OF LIFE by THOMAS WYATT PEBBLES by KENNETH SLADE ALLING PSALM 19. [THE HEAVENS ABOVE AND THE LAW WITHIN] by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |