If when the wind blows, Rattling the trees, Clicking like skeletons' Elbows and knees, You hear along the road Three horses pass, Do not go near the dark, Cold window-glass. If when the first snow lies Whiter than bones, You find the mark of hoofs Cut to the stones -- Hoofs of three horses Going abreast, Turn about! turn about! A closed door is best. Upright in the earth, Under the sod, They buried three horses Bridled and shod, Daniel Webster's horses. He said as he grew old: "Flesh, I love riding; Shall I not love it, cold? "Shall I not love to ride Bone astride bone, When the cold wind blows And snow covers stone? "Bury them on their feet With bridle and bit. They were good horses. See their shoes fit." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING QUIET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 54 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CANDLE by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM SONNET: A PREACHER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: SEE-SAW by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE NORTH SEA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |