THE HORSES
THE HORSES
Myfather bred great horses,Chestnut, grey, and brown.They grazed about the meadows,And trampled into town.They left the homely meadowsAnd trampled far away,The great shining horses,Chestnut, and brown, and grey.Gone are the horsesThat my father bred.And who knows whither?...Or whether starved or fed?...Gone are the horses,And my father’s dead.
Myfather bred great horses,Chestnut, grey, and brown.They grazed about the meadows,And trampled into town.They left the homely meadowsAnd trampled far away,The great shining horses,Chestnut, and brown, and grey.Gone are the horsesThat my father bred.And who knows whither?...Or whether starved or fed?...Gone are the horses,And my father’s dead.
Myfather bred great horses,Chestnut, grey, and brown.They grazed about the meadows,And trampled into town.
Myfather bred great horses,
Chestnut, grey, and brown.
They grazed about the meadows,
And trampled into town.
They left the homely meadowsAnd trampled far away,The great shining horses,Chestnut, and brown, and grey.
They left the homely meadows
And trampled far away,
The great shining horses,
Chestnut, and brown, and grey.
Gone are the horsesThat my father bred.And who knows whither?...Or whether starved or fed?...Gone are the horses,And my father’s dead.
Gone are the horses
That my father bred.
And who knows whither?...
Or whether starved or fed?...
Gone are the horses,
And my father’s dead.