THE HOOFS OF THE HORSES
The hoofs of the horses 1—Oh! witching and sweet Is the music earth steals from the ironshod feet; No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird, Can stir me as hoofs of the horses have stirred.
They spurn disappointment and trample despair, And drown with their drum-beats the challenge of care; With scarlet and silk for their banners above, They are swifter than Fortune and sweeter than Love.
On the wings of the morning they gather and fly, In the hush of the night-time I hear them go by— The horses of memory thundering through With flashing white fetlocks all wet with the dew.
When you lay me to slumber no spot can you choose But will ring to the rhythm of galloping shoes, And under the daisies no grave be so deep But the hoofs of the horses shall sound in my sleep. —From “Galloping Shoes,” by Will H. Ogilvie.
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Dominion, Volume 27, Issue 59, 2 December 1933, Page 15
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