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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COMRADES, by HENRY AMES BLOOD First Line: One steed I have of common clay Last Line: One stamps at heaven's portal. | |||
ONE steed I have of common clay, And one no less than regal; By day I jog on old Saddlebags, By night I fly upon Eagle: To store, to market, to field, to mill, One plods with patient patter, Nor hears along the far-off heights The hoofs of his comrade clatter. To field, to market, to mill he goes, Nor sees his comrade gleaming Where he flies along the purple hills, Nor the flame from his bridle streaming; Sees not his track, nor the sparks of fire So terribly flashing from it, As they flashed from the track of Alborak When he bravely carried Mahomet. One steed, in a few short years, will rest Under the grasses yonder; The other will come there centuries hence To linger and dream and ponder; And yet both steeds are mine to-day, The immortal and the mortal: One beats alone the clods of earth, One stamps at heaven's portal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE SAVOYARDS by HENRY AMES BLOOD CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN A WINTER TWILIGHT by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE A PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON A PRAYER FOR LOVE by ELSA BARKER RECESS by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL THE LAST MAN; A LAKE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |
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