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'T was noonset at starting; but while we drew near
Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear;
At Boom, a great yellow star came out to see;
At Düffeld, 't was morning as plain as could be ;
And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-

So, Joris broke silence with, “Yet there is time!"


At Aershot, up leaped of a sudden the sun,
And against him the cattle stood black every one,
To stare thro' the mist at us galloping past,
And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last,
With resolute shoulders, each butting away
The haze, as some bluff river headland its


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And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent

back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track ; And one eye's black intelligence,-ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.


By Hasselt, Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris “Stay

spur! “ Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault 's not in her,

“We'll remember at Aix”—for one heard the quick wheeze
Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees,
And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank,
As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.


So, we were left galloping, Joris and I,
Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky;
The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh,
’Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like

Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white,
And “ Gallop," gasped Joris, “ for Aix is in sight!


“ How they 'll greet us !”—and all in a moment his roan
Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ;
And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight
Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate,
With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim,
And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim.


Then I cast loose niy buffcoat, each holster let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,
Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear,
Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer;
Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or

Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.


And all I remember is, friends flocking rouna
As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on i'.e ground;
And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine,
As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine,
Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)
Was no more than his due who brought good news from


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HEAP cassia, sandal-buds and stripes

Of labdanum, and aloe-balls,
Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes

From out her hair : such balsam falls

Down sea-side mountain pedestals,
From tree-tops where tired winds are fain,
Spent with the vast and howling main,
To treasure half their island gain.


And strew faint sweetness from some old

Egyptian's fine worm-eaten shroud
Which breaks to dust when once unrolled ;

Or shredded perfume, like a cloud

From closet long to quiet vowed,
With mothed and dropping arras hung,
Mouldering her lute and books among,
As when a queen, long dead, was young.




As I ride, as I ride,
With a full heart for my guide,
So its tide rocks my side,
As I ride, as I ride,
That, as I were double-eyed,
He, in whom our Tribes confide,
Is descried, ways untried
As I ride, as I ride.


As I ride, as I ride
To our Chief and his Allied,
Who dares chide my heart's pride
As I ride, as I ride?
Or are witnesses denied
Through the desert waste and wide
Do I glide unespied
As I ride, as I ride ?


As I ride, as I ride,
When an inner voice has cried,
The sands slide, nor abide
(As I ride, as I ride)
O'er each visioned homicide
That came vaunting (has he lied ?)
To reside—where he died,
As I ride, as I ride.


As I ride, as I ride,
Ne'er has spur my swift horse plied,
Y et his hide, streaked and pied,
As I ride, as I ride,
Shows where sweat has sprung and dried,
-Zebra-footed, ostrich-thighed -
How has vied stride with stride
As I ride, as I ride !

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