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XVI.

"Onward we went, but slack and slow;
His savage force at length o'erspent,
The drooping courser, faint and low,
All feebly foaming went.

A sickly infant had had power

To guide him forward in that hour;

But useless all to me:

His new-born tameness nought avail'd,—
My limbs were bound; my force had fail'd
Perchance, had they been free.

With feeble effort still I tried

To rend the bonds so starkly tied—

But still it was in vain;

My limbs were only wrung the more,
And soon the idle strife gave o'er,

Which but prolong'd their pain :
The dizzy race seem'd almost done,
Although no goal was nearly won:

Some streaks announced the coming sun-
How slow, alas, he came !

Methought that mist of dawning gray
Would never dapple into day;

How heavily it roll'd away—

Before the eastern flame

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Rose crimson, and deposed the stars,

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And call'd the radiance from their cars,

And fill'd the earth, from his deep throne,
With lonely lustre, all his own.

XVII.

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Up rose the sun: the mists were curl'd
Back from the solitary world

Which lay around-behind-before :
What booted it to traverse o'er

Plain, forest, river? Man nor brute,

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Nor dint of hoof, nor print of foot,
Lay in the wild luxuriant soil;
No sign of travel-none of toil;
The very air was mute;

And not an insect's shrill small horn,
Nor matin bird's new voice, was borne
From herb nor thicket. Many a werst,
Panting as if his heart would burst,
The weary brute still stagger'd on;
And still we were-or seem'd-alone:
At length, while reeling on our way,
Methought I heard a courser neigh,
From out yon tuft of blackening firs.
Is it the wind those branches stirs ?
No, no! from out the forest prance

A trampling troop; I see them come!
In one vast squadron they advance!

I strove to cry-my lips were dumb.
The steeds rush on in plunging pride;
But where are they the reins to guide?
A thousand horse-and none to ride!
With flowing tail, and flying mane,

Wide nostrils, never stretch'd by pain,
Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein,
And feet that iron never shod,

And flanks unscarr'd by spur or rod,
A thousand horse, the wild, the free,
Like waves that follow o'er the sea,
Came thickly thundering on,
As if our faint approach to meet;
The sight re-nerved my courser's feet,
A moment staggering, feebly fleet,
A moment, with a faint low neigh,
He answer'd, and then fell;

With gasps and glazing eyes he lay,
And reeking limbs immovable,

His first and last career is done!

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On came the troop-they saw him stoop,

They saw me strangely bound along
His back with many a bloody thong;
They stop-they start-they snuff the air,
Gallop a moment here and there,
Approach, retire, wheel round and round,
Then plunging back with sudden bound,
Headed by one black mighty steed,
Who seem'd the patriarch of his breed,
Without a single speck or hair

Of white upon his shaggy hide:

They snort-they foam-neigh--swerve aside,
And backward to the forest fly,
By instinct, from a human eye,—

They left me there to my despair,

Link'd to the dead and stiffening wretch,
Whose lifeless limbs beneath me stretch,
Relieved from that unwonted weight,
From whence I could not extricate
Nor him, nor me;-and there we lay,
The dying on the dead!

I little deem'd another day

Would see my houseless, helpless head.

"And there from morn till twilight bound,
I felt the heavy hours toil round,
With just enough of life to see
My last of suns go down on me,
In hopeless certainty of mind,
That makes us feel at length resign'd
To that which our foreboding years
Presents the worst and last of fears:
Inevitable-even a boon,

Nor more unkind for coming soon;
Yet shunn'd and dreaded with such care,
As if it only were a snare

That prudence might escape:

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At times both wish'd for and implored,
At times sought with self-pointed sword,
Yet still a dark and hideous close
To even intolerable woes,

And welcome in no shape.

And, strange to say, the sons of pleasure,
They who have revell'd beyond measure
In beauty, wassail, wine, and treasure,
Die calm, or calmer, oft than he

Whose heritage was misery;

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For he who hath in turn run through

All that was beautiful and new,

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Hath nought to hope, and nought to leave;

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And Death, whom he should deem his friend,
Appears to his distemper'd eyes,

Arrived to rob him of his prize,

The tree of his new Paradise.

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To-morrow would have given him all,
Repaid his pangs, repair'd his fall:
To-morrow would have been the first
Of days no more deplored or curst,

But bright, and long, and beckoning years,
Seen dazzling through the mist of tears,
Guerdon of many a painful hour;

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To-morrow would have given him power
To rule, to shine, to smite, to save-
And must it dawn upon his grave?

XVIII.

"The sun was sinking-still I lay

Chain'd to the chill and stiffening steed;

I thought to mingle there our clay,

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And my

dim eyes of death had need,

No hope arose of being freed:

I cast my last looks up the sky,

And there between me and the sun

I saw the expecting raven fly,

Who scarce would wait till both should die,

Ere his repast begun;

He flew, and perch'd, then flew once more,
And each time nearer than before;

I saw his wing through twilight flit,
And once so near me he alit

I could have smote, but lack'd the strength;
But the slight motion of my hand,

And feeble scratching of the sand,

The exerted throat's faint struggling noise,
Which scarcely could be call'd a voice,
Together scared him off at length.—

I know no more-my latest dream
Is something of a lovely star
Which fix'd my dull eyes from afar,

And went and came with wandering beam,
And of the cold, dull, swimming, dense

Sensation of recurring sense,

And then subsiding back to death,

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And then again a little breath,

A little thrill, a short suspense,

An icy sickness curdling o'er

My heart, and sparks that cross'd my brain;

A gasp, a throb, a start of pain,

A sigh, and nothing more.

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