<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=453865" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Gallop of Fire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the north wind moans thro' the blind creek courses<br>And revels with harsh, hot sand,<br>I loose the horses, the wild red horses,<br>I loose the horses, the mad, red horses,<br>And terror is on the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With prophetic murmer the hills are humming,<br>The forest-kings bend and blow;<br>With hoofs of brass on the baked earth strumming,<br>O brave red horses, they hear us coming,<br>And the legions of death lean low.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er the wooded height, and the sandy hollow<br>Where the boles to the axe have rung,<br>Tho' they fly the foreman as flies the swallow,<br>The fierce red horses, my horses, follow<br>With flanks to the faint earth flung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or with frenzied hieroglyphs, fear embossing<br>Night's sable horizon bars,<br>Thro' tangled mazes of death-darts crossing,<br>I swing my leaders and watch them tossing<br>Their red manes against the stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when South winds sob in the drowned creek courses<br>And whisper to hard wet sand,<br>I hold the horses, the spent red horses,<br>I hold the horses, the tired red horses,<br>And silence is on the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, the South wind sobs among the drowned creek courses<br>For sorrows no man shall bind---<br>Ah, God! For the horses, the black plumed horses,<br>Dear God! For the horses, Death's own pale horses,<br>That raced in the tracks behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marie+E+J+Pitt">Marie E J Pitt</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=453865" data-title="A Gallop of Fire de Marie E J Pitt" data-description="When the north wind moans thro' the blind creek courses And revels with harsh, hot sand, I loose the horses, the wild red horses, I loose the horses, the mad, red horses, And terror is on the land. With prophetic murmer the hills are humming, The..."></div> </div> </div>

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