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HOOFS OF HORSES by WILLIAM HENRY OGILVIE


THE hoofs of the horse!- oh! witching and sweet
The hoofs of the horses! - Oh! witching and sweet
Is the music earth steals from the iron - shod feet!
Is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet;
No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird
No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird
Can stir me as hoofs of the horses have stirred .
Can stir me as hoofs of the horses have stirred.




They spurn disappointment and trample despair,
They spurn disappointment and trample despair,
And drown with their drum beats the challenge of care;
And drown with their drum-beats the challenge of care;
With scarlet and silk for their banners above,
With scarlet and silk for their banners above,
They are swifter than Fortune and sweeter than Love.
They are swifter than Fortune and sweeter than Love.




On the wings of the morning they gather and fly,
On the wings of the morning they gather and fly,
In the hush of the night- time I hear them go by
In the hush of the night-time I hear them go by -
The horses of Memory thundering through
The horses of memory thundering through
With flashing white fetlocks all wet with the dew.
With flashing white fetlocks all wet with the dew.




When you lay me to slumber no spot you can choose
When you lay me to slumber no spot you can choose
But will ring to the rhythm of galloping shoes,
But will ring to the rhythm of galloping shoes,
And under the daisies no grave be so deep
And under the daisies no grave be so deep
But the hoofs of the horses shall sound in my sleep.
But the hoofs of the horses shall sound in my sleep.






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