Poor rocking-horse! Eustace, and Edith too, Mount living steeds: she leans her dainty whip Across thy smooth-worn flank, and feels thee dip Beneath the pressure, while she dons a shoe, Or lifts a glove, and thinks 'My childhood's gone!' While the young statesman, with high hopes possest, Lays a light hand upon thy yielding crest, And rocks thee vacantly and passes on. Yet they both love thee - nor would either brook Thine absence from this hall, tho' other aims And interests have supplanted thy mute claims, And thou must be content with casual look From those, who sought thee once with earnest will, And galloped thee with all their might and skill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD WOMAN'S INCONSTANCY by ROBERT AYTON SIGISMONDA AND GUISCARDO by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE: 1 by GEORGE MEREDITH WOMAN'S WILL by JOHN GODFREY SAXE VERSES ADDRESSED TO IMITATOR OF FIRST SATIRE OF HORACE by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU |