DYNAMITE
47
Or you will run the range to-morrow servile,
Shattered of soul as any mongrel cur.
Shattered of soul as any mongrel cur.
Beware! They come! Let fly your molten heels!
Double and snort and twist! Rain down your hoofs
Of crackling thunderbolts upon the ground!
For every sweep of spur from neck to flank,
Hurtle your rider skyward, rake his head
Upon the pointed stars, and heave him sprawling
Over the moon and down to earth again.
Double and snort and twist! Rain down your hoofs
Of crackling thunderbolts upon the ground!
For every sweep of spur from neck to flank,
Hurtle your rider skyward, rake his head
Upon the pointed stars, and heave him sprawling
Over the moon and down to earth again.
Oh, beautiful!—the wild heart pounding, free!
The flames of hell triumphant in your eyes!
As lovely your electric flesh careering,
As galloping cloud and lightning-flash, your kin,
The wild unfettered horses of the sky.
The flames of hell triumphant in your eyes!
As lovely your electric flesh careering,
As galloping cloud and lightning-flash, your kin,
The wild unfettered horses of the sky.
Well done! Well done! O bronco, run! Run!
Streaming the velvet banners of your mane,
Run free again; back to the comradeship
Of cantering rain and nickering waterfalls,
To your mountain solitude where thin blue winds
Whinny among the pines and crop the grasses.
And wait for me, O bronco, wait for me there.
Streaming the velvet banners of your mane,
Run free again; back to the comradeship
Of cantering rain and nickering waterfalls,
To your mountain solitude where thin blue winds
Whinny among the pines and crop the grasses.
And wait for me, O bronco, wait for me there.
