You look askance at me. Do you take my horse For Pegasus? Of course He steps like Poetry, But he's a quiet beast. I think I hear you say You don't like in the least His fleet-footed way. But your light flitting mare Skims the meadows too. Her nimble feet pursue The stony dales, dare The sloping pastures, leap The brooks. You do the things I do in dreams, asleep -- (Pegasus has wings)! You canter wide-awake. Your mare is real; my steed Imaginary. Need You then suspect me? Take The cloud-rack by my side! Partners, Life and Art, Adventurers, we ride To rhythms in heaven's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE TWO OLD BACHELORS by EDWARD LEAR TO - (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE JACKET OF GREY by CAROLINE AUGUSTA BALL EPITAPH ON MR. VAUX, THE PHYSICIAN by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |