On my charger golden-bright Oft I set the dust a-flying, When about the waist of night Dawn her gleaming belt was tying. Sleek was he, and high of breed, Mane of night his neck adorning (How I gloried in my steed!) And, between his eyes, the morning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I MAY, I MIGHT, I MUST by MARIANNE MOORE SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 4 by CONRAD AIKEN LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JUDGE SELAH LIVELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |