We have starved the steam horse On the merest clap-traps. And in logical course It has had a collapse. It Is weary and old, And it needs the best care; Its fodder is gold, We have fed it hot air. We have driven it fast With the speeding that racks; It has fallen at last Its parallel tracks. W4' have bled it with bills. We have cut it with strikes. Till it reeled in its thills And lay down on the spikes. We may lash it with greed To the top of our bent; What if wants is its feed Of the proper per cent. Let us call Dr. Rate, Let tis give him free course; If it isn't too late. We shall get back our horse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BUSINESS REVERSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DYING WORDS OF STONEWALL JACKSON by SIDNEY LANIER NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT FINITE AND INFINITE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SORDELLO: BOOK 1 by ROBERT BROWNING CROMWELL'S SOLILOQUY OVER THE DEAD BODY OF CHARLES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |