I
sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck
galloped, we galloped all three.
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He could not be captured,He could not be bought,His running was rhythm,His standing was thought;With one eye on sorrowAnd one eye on mirth,He galloped in heavenAnd gambolled on earth.And only the poetWith wings to his brainCan mount him and ride himWithout any rein,The stallion of heaven,The steed of the skies,The horse of the singerWho sings as he flies.
Eleanor FarjeonHe could not be captured, He could not be bought, His running was rhythm, His standing was thought ; With one eye on sorrow And one eye on mirth, He galloped in heaven And gambolled on earth . And only the poet With wings to his brain Can mount him and ride him Without any rein, The stallion of heaven, The steed of the skies , The horse of the singer Who sings as he flies .
Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter 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, 'Til at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.
Robert BrowningHe has galloped through young girls' dreams, added richness to grown women's lives, and served men in war and strife.
Toni Robinson