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The frog has changed his yellow vest,
HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD
NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX I 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.
So we were left galloping, Joris and I,
'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 my loose buff-coat, 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 good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.
And all I remember is friends flocking round
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 Ghent.
A fragment of a rainbow bright
Through the moist air I see,
All bright and clear to me.
An hour ago the storm was here,
The gleam was far behind,
When earth has ceased to blind.
Grief will be joy if on its edge
Fall soft that holiest ray,
THE RAVEN AND THE OAK
Underneath an old oak tree
Next came a Raven that liked not such folly:
Where then did the Raven go ?
He went high and low,
Many autumns, many springs
At length he came back, and with him a she,
oak. His young ones were killed, for they could not
depart, And their mother did die of a broken heart. The boughs from the trunk the woodman did sever; And they floated it down on the course of the river. They sawed it in planks, and its bark they did
strip, And with this tree and others they made a good