« AnteriorContinuar »
A FINE DAY
Clear had the day been from the dawn,
A True Story
Whence all but he had fled;
Shone round him o'er the dead.
The flames rolld on. He would not go
Without his father's word; That father faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud : “Say, father, say
If yet my task is done !'
Unconscious of his son.
‘Speak, father !' once again he cried,
* If I may yet be gone !' And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames roll'd on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair,
In still, yet brave despair;
"My father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.
They wrapt the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
Like banners in the sky.
Then came a burst of thunder-sound
The boy-oh! where was he? Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea,
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part;
SIGNS OF RAIN
The hollow winds begin to blow,
The frog has changed his yellow vest,
XXVII HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD
NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; 'Good speed ! cried the watch, as the gate-bolts
undrew; ‘Speed !' echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our
place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique
right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
'Twas moonset at starting; but, while we drew near
At Aerschot, up leaped of a sudden the sun,
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
His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, ‘Stay
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.