Beyond this world where skies are free from stain, Where brilliant flowers blow in open meads, I heard the drumming hooves of many steeds Raise maddening music from a grassy plain. They passed, with snorting nostril, flying mane, And fiery spirit; and the lad who breeds Their mettled herd, and pastures them, and feeds, Rode the black foremost, scorning spur or rein. His eyes were like a seer's and like a child's. His body shone irradiating joy. He fought his furious mount with strength and art. And then my mind divined the glorious boy As Eros, tamer in the heavenly wilds Of all the passions of the human heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE PAN IN WALL STREET by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN ILICET by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SONNET TO HOPE by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS UNDERNEATH THE BOUGH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PHILIP, KING OF MACEDON by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM TO MARY; OCCASIONED BY HER HAVING ENGRAVED ON A SEAL 'FORGET ME NOT' by BERNARD BARTON |