We have starved the steam horse On the merest clap-traps. And in logical course It has had a collapse. It Is weary and old, And it needs the best care; Its fodder is gold, We have fed it hot air. We have driven it fast With the speeding that racks; It has fallen at last Its parallel tracks. W4' have bled it with bills. We have cut it with strikes. Till it reeled in its thills And lay down on the spikes. We may lash it with greed To the top of our bent; What if wants is its feed Of the proper per cent. Let us call Dr. Rate, Let tis give him free course; If it isn't too late. We shall get back our horse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN I LOOKED FOR LIFE AND DID A SHADOW SEE by JAMES GALVIN PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |