Who wouldn't ride as high as Bellerophon If he had such a splendid horse to ride? I cannot feign content, debate upon Matters of recklessness; I cannot hide My envy of that furious golden leap Dizzily into the sun: Through every even Step of my humble horse I hear the steep Hoof of Pegasus beating the clouds of heaven. Bellerophon fell more swift than the rain sighing Over the flattened field where he sprawled dead. But marvellous, even that moment before dying -- Ere the wild upward ecstasy could dim: The tumult of the wind about his head, The march of thunders driving under him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LOST YOUTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SPORTSMEN IN PARADISE by T. P. CAMERON WILSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 29. AL-HAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD THE OLD HOUSE by LAURENCE BINYON THE RABBI'S VISION by FRANCES BROWNE VERSES FOUND IN A SUMMER HOUSE AT HALES-OWEN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |