The boys' Browning : poems of action and incident compiled for the use of young people . ? Cho. — Boot, saddle, to horse and away! 34 THE BOYS BROWNING. HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWSFROM GHENT TO AIX. I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; Good speed! cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; Speed ! echoed the wall to us galloping through;Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest,And into the midnight we galloped abreast. Not a word to each other; we kept the great paceNeck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place;I t
The boys' Browning : poems of action and incident compiled for the use of young people . ? Cho. — Boot, saddle, to horse and away! 34 THE BOYS BROWNING. HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWSFROM GHENT TO AIX. I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; Good speed! cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; Speed ! echoed the wall to us galloping through;Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest,And into the midnight we galloped abreast. Not a word to each other; we kept the great paceNeck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place;I turned in my saddle and made its girths shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right,Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit,Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit. Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew nearLokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear;At Boom, a great yellow star came out to see ;At Diiffeld, twas morning as plain as could be;And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the Joris broke silence with, Yet there is time!. 9} I CxALLOPED, DIKCK GALLOPED, WY. GALLOPED ALL THKEE. THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT. 35 At Aershot, up leaped of a sudden the sun,And against him the cattle stood black every one,To stare through the mist at us galloping I saw my stout galloper Roland at last,With resolute shoulders, each butting awayThe haze, as some bluff river headland its spray : And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent backFor my voice, and the other pricked out on his track ;And one eyes black intelligence, — ever that glanceOer its white edge at me, his own master, askance!And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anonHis fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, Stay spur !Your Roos galloped bravely, the faults not in her,Well remember at Aix — for one heard the quick wheezeOf her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering sunk tail, and horr
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