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The Ride

Written by: Richard Wilbur | Biography
 | Quotes (8) |
 The horse beneath me seemed 
To know what course to steer 
Through the horror of snow I dreamed,
And so I had no fear,

Nor was I chilled to death 
By the wind’s white shudders, thanks 
To the veils of his patient breath 
And the mist of sweat from his flanks.

It seemed that all night through,
Within my hand no rein
And nothing in my view
But the pillar of his mane,

I rode with magic ease
At a quick, unstumbling trot
Through shattering vacancies
On into what was not,

Till the weave of the storm grew thin,
With a threading of cedar-smoke,
And the ice-blind pane of an inn
Shimmered, and I awoke.

How shall I now get back 
To the inn-yard where he stands,
Burdened with every lack,
And waken the stable-hands

To give him, before I think 
That there was no horse at all,
Some hay, some water to drink,
A blanket and a stall?



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