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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=521222" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Three Day's Ride</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'From Belton Castle to Solway side, <br>Hard by the bridge, is three days' ride.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We had fled full fast from her father's keep, <br>And the time was come that we must sleep. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first day was an ecstasy, <br>A golden mist, a burgeoning tree; <br>We rode like gods through a world new-made, <br>The hawthorn scented hill and glade, <br>A faint, still sweetness in the air-- <br>And, oh, her face and the wind in her hair! <br>And the steady beat of our good steeds' hooves, <br>Bearing us northward, strong and fast, <br>To my high black tower, stark to the blast, <br>Like a swimmer stripped where the Solway moves. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever, riding, we chanted a song, <br>Challenging Fortune, loud and long, <br>'From Belton Castle to Solway side, <br>Strive as you may, is three days' ride!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She slept for an hour, wrapped in my cloak, <br>And I watched her till the morning broke; <br>The second day--and a harsher land, <br>And grey bare hills on either hand; <br>A surly land and a sullen folk, <br>And a fog that came like bitter smoke. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The road wound on like a twisted snake, <br>And our horses sobbed as they topped the brake. <br>Till we sprang to earth at Wyvern Fen, <br>Where fresh steeds stamped, and were off again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weary and sleepless, bruised and worn, <br>We still had strength for laughter and scorn; <br>Love held us up through the mire and mist, <br>Love fed us, while we clasped and kissed, <br>And still we sang as the night closed in, <br>Stealthy and slow as a hidden sin, <br>'From Belton Castle to Solway side, <br>Ride how you will, is three days' ride.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My love drooped low on the black mare's back, <br>Drowned in her hair . . . the reins went slack . . . <br>Yet she could not sleep, save to dream bad dreams <br>And wake all trembling, till at last <br>Her golden head lay on my breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last we saw the first faint gleams <br>Of day. Dawn broke. A sickly light <br>Came from the withered sun--a blight <br>Was on the land, and poisonous mist <br>Shrouded the rotting trees, unkissed <br>By any wind, and the black crags glared <br>Like sightless, awful faces, spared <br>From death to live accursed for aye. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dragging slow chains the hours went by. <br>We rode on, drunk and drugged with sleep, <br>Too deadly weary now to say <br>Whether our horses kept the way <br>Or no--like slaves stretched on a heap <br>Of poisoned arrows. Every limb <br>Shot with sharp pain; pain seemed to swim <br>Like a red cloud before our eyes. . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mist broke, and a moment showed, <br>Sharp as the Devil's oxen-goad, <br>The spear-points where the hot chase rode. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Idly I watched them dance and rise <br>Till white wreaths wiped them out again . . . <br>My love jerked at the bridle rein; <br>The black mare, dying, broke her heart <br>In one swift gallop; for my part <br>I dozed; and ever in my brain, <br>Four hoofs of fire beat out refrain, <br>A dirge to light us down to death, <br>A silly rhyme that saith and saith, <br>'From Belton Castle to Solway side, <br>Though great hearts break, is three days' ride!' <br>The black mare staggered, reeled and fell, <br>Bearing my love down . . . a great bell <br>Began to toll . . . and sudden fire <br>Flared at me from the road, a pyre <br>It seemed, to burn our bodies in . . . <br>And I fell down, far down, within <br>The pit's mouth . . . and my brain went blind. . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I woke--a cold sun rose behind <br>Black evil hills--my love knelt near <br>Beside a stream, her golden hair <br>Streaming across the grass--below <br>The Solway eddied to and fro, <br>White with fierce whirlpools . . . my love turned. . . . <br>Thank God, some hours of joy are burned <br>Into the mind, and will remain, <br>Fierce-blazing still, in spite of pain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They came behind us as we kissed, <br>Stealthily from the dripping mist, <br>Her brothers and their evil band. <br>They bound me fast and made me stand. <br>They forced her down upon her knees. <br>She did not strive or cry or call, <br>But knelt there dumb before them all-- <br>I could not turn away my eyes-- <br>There was no fear upon her face, <br>Although they slew her in that place. <br>The daggers rent and tore her breast <br>Like dogs that snarl above a kill, <br>Her proud face gazed above them still, <br>Seeking rest--Oh, seeking rest! <br>The blood swept like a crimson dress <br>Over her bosom's nakedness, <br>A curtain for her weary eyes, <br>A muffling-cloth to stop her sighs . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she was gone--and a red thing lay <br>Silent on the trampled clay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath my horse my feet are bound, <br>My hands are bound behind my back, <br>I feel the sinews start to crack-- <br>And ever to the hoof-beats' sound, <br>As we draw near the gallows-tree, <br>Where I shall hang right speedily, <br>A crazy tune rings in my brain, <br>Four hoofs of fire tramp the refrain, <br>Crashing clear o'er the roaring crowd, <br>Steadily galloping, strong and loud, <br>'From Belton Castle to Solway side, <br>Hard by the bridge, is three days' ride!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Stephen+Vincent+Benet">Stephen Vincent Benet</a><div class=q>
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Hard by the bridge, is three days' ride.' 

We had fled full fast from her father's keep, 
And the time was come that we must sleep. 

The first day was an ecstasy, 
A golden mist, a burgeoning tree; 
We rode l..."></div>
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