Playing upon the hill three centaurs were !
They lifted each a hoof and stared at me,
And stamped upon the dust.
They lifted each a hoof and stared at me,
And stamped upon the dust.
They stamped the dust, they snuffed upon the air,
And all their movements had the fierce glee
Of power and pride and lust.
And all their movements had the fierce glee
Of power and pride and lust.
Of power and pride and lust ! then with a shout
They tossed their heads and wheeled and galloped round
In furious brotherhood.
They tossed their heads and wheeled and galloped round
In furious brotherhood.
In furious brotherhood, around, about,
They charged, they swerved, they leaped ; then, bound on bound,
They raced into the wood.
They charged, they swerved, they leaped ; then, bound on bound,
They raced into the wood.
Songs From The Clay [1915]
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