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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509126" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Arnold Rode Behind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WE galloped down the sodden track<br>Close buttoned 'gainst the wind;<br>I took the lead with whip and spur,<br>And Arnold rode behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The skies were wild; a rending gale<br>Ran roaring through the trees;<br>It sounded now like shouting hosts,<br>And now like angry seas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Spur on! Spur on!' I turned and cried,<br>'The fatal moments fly!'<br>I cursed him then-his trembling hand-<br>I cursed his bloodshot eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cursed him for the lust of drink<br>That held his will a slave;<br>For skill to tend and mend was his<br>To succour and to save.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought of her, the golden girl,<br>My life, my love, nigh spent,<br>Nigh death, with fever clutching her,<br>And what his coming meant.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through driving rain and tossing trees<br>I saw her pale with pain ;<br>And if my eyes grew wet, perchance<br>'Twas not the wet of rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I turned on Arnold, and I vowed<br>To pay with coin of hate<br>His ten-mile ride, his boasted skill,<br>If he should prove too late;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I mixed my words with searing scorn,<br>And turned and told him plain,<br>Of how I found him stupid, drugged,<br>With dull and sluggish brain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And how the wasted hours went by-<br>I waiting by his side-<br>Till he should wake, and be himself,<br>And mount his horse and ride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And 'Arnold, if she die'-I said-<br>'Be yours the lot accurst-<br>In life to thirst, to thirst in death,<br>In Hell to thirst and thirst.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so with black and bitter words,<br>Close-buttoned 'gainst the wind,<br>With whip and spur I galloped on,<br>And Arnold rode behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No word he said, no answer gave,<br>No bitter curse flung back,<br>But, sagging in the saddle, sank<br>A shamed thing in my track.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The skies were lead, and leaden rain-<br>A screen of sullen lead.<br>A wind-blown screen, a blinding screen-<br>Fell down from overhead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though cattle die, and pastures fade,<br>With drought on hill and plain,<br>'Fore God, I pray I may not see<br>The like of that blind rain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The torn leaves swirled about my head;<br>The gum-trees tall and stout<br>Waved limbs and tossed tormented crests<br>As in a forest rout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind was now like hounds a-hunt,<br>And now like hounds that whined.<br>Yet ever on and on I rode,<br>And Arnold rode behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And soon there rose a mighty noise;<br>Above the wind it roared;<br>And. bursting through the screen of rain,<br>We came to Kelvin's Ford.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I reined my horse in mute amaze,<br>A stunned and stricken man;<br>For 'twixt me and my heart's own love<br>A thwarting river ran.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked upon its maddened waste;<br>I drew a broken breath;<br>I said, ' Tis hopeless-ended all-<br>To dare the Ford were death.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind was like a pack of hounds<br>Upon a forest-hunt- . . .<br>And then I heard a splash of hoofs-<br>And Arnold rode in front,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His face was lit-I vow 'twas lit<br>Like glorious evening skies;<br>And, as he turned and smiled, flashed out<br>The manhood from his eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then I knew that through his soul<br>A dauntless purpose ran<br>As, shaking shame and sin aside,<br>He rose once more a Man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He fought the river inch by inch,<br>Set will against its might,<br>Gave way with it, and came again,<br>And conquered in the fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And saved Her . . . conquered Death as well.<br>0 Heart-so dull, so blind!-<br>Oft-times, denied his chance in life,<br>The hero rides behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</a><div class=q>
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Close buttoned 'gainst the wind;
I took the lead with whip and spur,
And Arnold rode behind.

The skies were wild; a rending gale
Ran roaring through the trees;
It sounded now like shouting hosts,
And now like ang..."></div>
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