THE starlings fly in the windy sky, The rabbits run out a-row, The pheasants stalk in the stubble dry, As I tramp in the evenglow, -- As I tramp, tramp, tramp, and grow More weary at every stride, And think, as the riders pass and go -- If I had a horse to ride! The Farmer trots by on his roadster high, The Squire on his pony low; Young Miss sweeps out from the Park-Gate nigh, And canters away with her beau: -- They are proud of themselves, I trow, But couldn't I too show pride? And couldn't I too cut a dash and show, If I had a horse to ride? The Farmer is four times as fat as I, The Squire he is blind and slow; Young Miss has not nearly so bright an eye As Bess at the 'Barley Mow'; -- Ah, wouldn't I cry 'Gee-hup, Gee-ho,' And wouldn't I bang his side, And wouldn't I teach him to gallop it though, If I had a horse to ride! ENVOY. It was only a Beggar that grumbled so, As his blistered feet he eyed; But the cry is a cry that we all of us know -- If I had a horse to ride! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUNG SAMMY'S FIRST WILD OATS by GEORGE SANTAYANA ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 13. ENVOI, 1919 by EZRA POUND THE SEA by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER TO THE SAME PURPOSE by THOMAS TRAHERNE |