QUICK! ho, ye honest gentle-folk! Fling up your windows wide! Let fall your knives, ye busy wives! Lads, to the highway side! Come, tapster of the Bull and Boar, Put by that mug of ale! Let high and low enjoy the show. Here comes the Royal Mail! With clang of hoof, and ring of horn, And blaze of kingly blue, In mighty swerve she rounds the curve And bursts upon the view! The postboys' whips are whistling high, Their mounts are panting free, From red to roan all dashed with foam, And racing gloriously! A merry company on top, A glimpse of more within, A brave array of kerchiefs gay That flutter 'mid the din; A hearty cheer that echoes long, A dust-cloud rising fast, -- And now it's o'er. To work once more. The Royal Mail is past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES TO A MOVEMENT IN MOZART'S E-FLAT SYMPHONY by THOMAS HARDY DANNY DEEVER by RUDYARD KIPLING THE DARK FOREST by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WHERE SHALL I DIE? by MARIA ABDY THE INDIGNANT CAPTAIN OF INDUSTRY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |