The Dream

 O God, in the dream the terrible horse began
To paw at the air, and make for me with his blows,
Fear kept for thirty-five years poured through his mane,
And retribution equally old, or nearly, breathed through his nose.
 

Coward complete, I lay and wept on the ground
When some strong creature appeared, and leapt for the rein.

Another woman, as I lay half in a swound
Leapt in the air, and clutched at the leather and chain.
 

Give him, she said, something of yours as a charm.

Throw him, she said, some poor thing you alone claim.

No, no, I cried, he hates me; he is out for harm,
And whether I yield or not, it is all the same.
 

But, like a lion in a legend, when I flung the glove
Pulled from my sweating, my cold right hand;
The terrible beast, that no one may understand,
Came to my side, and put down his head in love.

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