As from the Dorset shore I travelled home, I saw the charger of the Wiltshire wold; A far-seen figure, stately to behold, Whose groom the shepherd is, the hoe his comb; His wizard-spell even sober daylight owned; That night I dreamed him into living will; He neighed - and, straight, the chalk poured down the hill; He shook himself, and all beneath was stoned; Hengist and Horsa shouted o'er my sleep, Like fierce Achilles; while that storm-blanched horse Sprang to the van of all the Saxon force, And pushed the Britons to the Western deep; Then, dream-wise, as it were a thing of course, He floated upwards, and regained the steep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...READ THE SIGNS by CLARENCE MAJOR LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR SURFACES AND MASKS; 2 by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |