Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By Louise ImogenGuiney1422 The Wild Ride
I
All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses;
All night, from their stalls, the importunate tramping and neighing.
Straight, grim, and abreast, go the weatherworn, galloping legion,
With a stirrup-cup each to the lily of women that loves him.
There are shapes by the way, there are things that appeal or entice us:
What odds? We are knights, and our souls are but bent on the riding.
All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses;
All night, from their stalls, the importunate tramping and neighing.
We leap to the infinite dark, like the sparks from the anvil.
Thou leadest, O God! All ’s well with Thy troopers that follow.