To stare through the mist at us galloping past, And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence,-ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance, And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll 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, The x in this word is not sounded. So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongrés, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!" "How they'll greet us!"—and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets' rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse with out peer; 'Clapped by hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round ground, And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent. THE O'KAVANAGH. J. A. SHEA. I. The Saxons had met, and the banquet was spread, Seemed brighter by far than when lifted in fight. II. In came the O'Kavanagh, fair as the morn, For nature's nobility sat on his brow. III. Attended alone by his vassal and bard; No trumpet to herald-no clansmen to guard- IV. In eye and on lip his high confidence smiled- And a smile, full of courtliness, proffered to all. V. "Come pledge us, lord chieftain! come pledge us!" they cried; Unsuspectingly free to the pledge he replied; And this was the peace-branch O'Kavanagh bore: "The friendships to come, not the feuds that are o'er." VI. But, minstrel! why cometh a change o'er thy theme? Why sing of red battle-what dream dost thou dream? Ha! "Treason's" the cry, and "Revenge" is the call! As the swords of the Saxon surrounded the hall. VII. A kingdom for Angelo's mind! to portray eye, Like some comet commissioned with wrath from the sky. VIII. Through the ranks of the Saxon he hewed his red way Through lances, and sabres, and hostile array; And, mounting his charger, he left them to tell The tale of that feast, and its bloody farewell! IX. And now on the Saxons his clansmen advance, With a shout from each heart, and a soul in each lance. |