How often, when the Meet was at the hall, Those babes took horse, and, in their joy and pride, Drew half the coverts of the country side; Sweet innocents! for little Spot was all Their kennel; hapless Reynard never knew How wide a field his enemies embraced, How both in fact and fancy he was chased, And what that staunch old rocking-horse could do! Oh! give him kindly greeting, man and maid, And pat him, as you pass, with friendly hands, In that dim window where disused he stands, While o'er him breaks the lime-walk's flickering shade; No provender, no mate, no groom, has he - His stall and pasture is your memory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NETHERLANDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE TWO MYSTERIES by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE THE CHARGE AT SANTIAGO by WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE SONNET (3) by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |