Poems (Cromwell)/The Riders
THE RIDERS
You look askance at me. Do you take my horse For Pegasus? Of course He steps like Poetry, But he's a quiet beast. I think I hear you say You don't like in the least His fleet-footed way.
But your light flitting mare Skims the meadows too. Her nimble feet pursue The stony dales, dare The sloping pastures, leap The brooks. You do the things I do in dreams, asleep—(Pegasus has wings)!
You canter wide-awake. Your mare is real; my steed Imaginary. Need You then suspect me? Take The cloud-rack by my side!Partners, Life and Art. Adventurers, we ride To rhythms in heaven's heart.