As from the Dorset shore I travelled home, I saw the charger of the Wiltshire wold; A far-seen figure, stately to behold, Whose groom the shepherd is, the hoe his comb; His wizard-spell even sober daylight owned; That night I dreamed him into living will; He neighed - and, straight, the chalk poured down the hill; He shook himself, and all beneath was stoned; Hengist and Horsa shouted o'er my sleep, Like fierce Achilles; while that storm-blanched horse Sprang to the van of all the Saxon force, And pushed the Britons to the Western deep; Then, dream-wise, as it were a thing of course, He floated upwards, and regained the steep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 21. THE OWL by EDITH SITWELL CHANSON INNOCENTE: 1, FR. TULIPS by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS EPIGRAM: 118. ON GUT by BEN JONSON CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE ON A GREEK VASE by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN THE INNOCENT MAGICIAN; OR, A CHARM AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |