The merry-go-round, Like a giant puzzle, Is taken apart and packed in the van; Here a waving tail -- There a shining muzzle. But once a circle of chargers ran In dappled pairs at a furious pace, Neck and neck, an endless race, In a turbulent, musical caravan! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HERONS OF ELMWOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 11. THE LOVE-LETTER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE WOODLANDS by WILLIAM BARNES I HAVE SEEN THE STARS AGAIN by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS |