How she held up the horses' heads, Firm-lipped, with steady rein, Down that grim steep the coastguard treads, Till all was safe again! With form erect and keen contour She passed against the sea, And, dipping into the chine's obscure, Was seen no more by me. To others she appeared anew At times of dusky light, But always, so they told, withdrew From close and curious sight. Some said her silent wheels would roll Rutless on softest loam, And even that her steeds' footfall Sank not upon the foam. Where drives she now? It may be where No mortal horses are, But in a chariot of the air Towards some radiant star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW THE BEGGAR'S HOLIDAY, FR. BEGGAR'S BUSH by JOHN FLETCHER THE WATCH OF A SWAN by SARAH MORGAN BRYAN PIATT FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IN THE GOLD ROOM by OSCAR WILDE ON A VOLUME OF ANONYNOUS POEMS ENTITLED A MASQUE OF POETS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DENNER'S OLD WOMAN by VINCENT BOURNE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 34 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |