. Ballads of bravery. RANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ;h^i. 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 for stride, never changing our turned in my saddle and made its girths tight,Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right,Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit,Nor galloped less steadi
. Ballads of bravery. RANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ;h^i. 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 for stride, never changing our turned in my saddle and made its girths tight,Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right,Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit,Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit. T was moonset at starting; but while we drew near Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawned clear; At Boom, a great yellow star came out to see; At Diiffield, t was morning, as plain as could be ; And from Mecheln church-steeple we heard the half-chime. So Joris broke the silence with, Yet there is time! At Aorschot, up leaped of a sudden the against him the cattle stood black every one. m^. f^. BALLADS OF BRAVERY. 167 t\ To stare through the mist at us galloping past,And 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 on 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 wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank. So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, Nea
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