A LINE in long array where they wind betwixt green islands, They take a serpentine course, their arms flash in the sun, -- hark to the musical clank, Behold the silvery river, in it the splashing horses loitering stop to drink, Behold the brown-faced men, each group, each person, a picture, the negligent rest on the saddles, Some emerge on the opposite bank, others are just entering the ford -- while, Scarlet and blue and snowy white, The guidon flags flutter gayly in the wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 20 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SPRING SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ENGLAND'S DEAD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS AN ANGLER'S WISH by HENRY VAN DYKE TO RICH GIVERS by WALT WHITMAN PSALM 137: EXILE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |