In Clay
Here went a horse with heavy laboring stride Along the woodland side; Deep in the clay his iron hoof-marks show, Patient and slow, Where with his human burden yesterday He passed this way. Would that this wind that tramples 'round me here, Among the sad and sere Of winter-weary forests, were a steed, Mighty indeed, And tameless as the tempest of its pace, Upon whom man might place. The boundless burden of his mortal cares, Life's griefs, despairs, And ruined dreams that bow the spirit so! And let him go Bearing them far from the sad world, ah me! Leaving it free. As in that Age of Gold, of which men tell, When Earth was glad and gods came here to dwell.
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"Here went a horse with heavy laboring stride..."
This evocative piece by Madison Julius Cawein, titled "In Clay", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...