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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511188" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>White Horses</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where run your colts at pasture?<br> Where hide your mares to breed?<br>'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap<br> Or wove Sargasso weed;<br>By chartless reef and channel,<br> Or crafty coastwise bars,<br>But most the ocean-meadows<br> All purple to the stars!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who holds the rein upon you?<br> The latest gale let free.<br>What meat is in your mangers?<br> The glut of all the sea.<br>'Twixt tide and tide's returning<br> Great store of newly dead, --<br>The bones of those that faced us,<br> And the hearts of those that fled.<br>Afar, off-shore and single,<br> Some stallion, rearing swift,<br>Neighs hungry for new fodder,<br> And calls us to the drift:<br>Then down the cloven ridges --<br> A million hooves unshod --<br>Break forth the mad White Horses<br> To seek their meat from God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Girth-deep in hissing water<br> Our furious vanguard strains --<br>Through mist of mighty tramplings<br> Roll up the fore-blown manes --<br>A hundred leagues to leeward,<br> Ere yet the deep is stirred,<br>The groaning rollers carry<br> The coming of the herd!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose hand may grip your nostrils --<br> Your forelock who may hold?<br>E'en they that use the broads with us --<br> The riders bred and bold,<br>That spy upon our matings,<br> That rope us where we run --<br>They know the strong White Horses<br> From father unto son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We breathe about their cradles,<br> We race their babes ashore,<br>We snuff against their thresholds,<br> We nuzzle at their door;<br>By day with stamping squadrons,<br> By night in whinnying droves,<br>Creep up the wise White Horses,<br> To call them from their loves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And come they for your calling?<br> No wit of man may save.<br>They hear the loosed White Horses<br> Above their fathers' grave;<br>And, kin of those we crippled,<br> And, sons of those we slew,<br>Spur down the wild white riders<br> To school the herds anew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What service have ye paid them,<br> Oh jealous steeds and strong?<br>Save we that throw their weaklings,<br> Is none dare work them wrong;<br>While thick around the homestead<br> Our snow-backed leaders graze --<br>A guard behind their plunder,<br> And a veil before their ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With march and countermarchings --<br> With weight of wheeling hosts --<br>Stray mob or bands embattled --<br> We ring the chosen coasts:<br>And, careless of our clamour<br> That bids the stranger fly,<br>At peace with our pickets<br> The wild white riders lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	.	.	.	.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trust ye that curdled hollows --<br> Trust ye the neighing wind --<br>Trust ye the moaning groundswell --<br> Our herds are close behind!<br>To bray your foeman's armies --<br> To chill and snap his sword --<br>Trust ye the wild White Horses,<br> The Horses of the Lord!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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 Where hide your mares to breed?
'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap
 Or wove Sargasso weed;
By chartless reef and channel,
 Or crafty coastwise bars,
But most the ocean-meadows
 All purple to the stars!

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