All the world wondered. Plunged in the battery smoke, Reeled from the sabre-stroke Shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volleyed and thundered. Those that had fought so well When can their glory fade? Noble six hundred! "HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX” [16-] BY ROBERT BROWNING I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I gallop'd, Dirck gallop'd, we gallop'd all three; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turn'd in my saddle and made its girths tight, 'Twas moonset at starting; but while we drew near Lokeren, the cocks crew and twilight dawn'd clear; At Boom, a great yellow star came out to see; At Düffeld, 'twas morning as plain as could be; And from Mechelm church-steeple we heard the half chime, So, Joris broke silence with, "Yet there is time!" At Aershot, up leap'd of a sudden the sun, And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last, The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray: And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other prick'd 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 groan'd; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos gallop'd bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix" for one heard the quick. wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretch'd neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shudder'd and sank. So, we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; '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 Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Call'd my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer; Clapp'd my hands, laugh'd and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland gallop'd and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round THE WILD JOYS OF LIVING (From Saul) BY ROBERT BROWNING Oh, the wild joys of living! the leaping from rock up to rock, The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair. And the meal, the rich dates yellowed over with gold dust divine, And the locust-flesh steeped in the pitcher, the full draught of wine, And the sleep in the dried river-channel where bulrushes tell That the water was wont to go warbling so softly and well. How good is man's life, the mere living! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses for ever in joy! THE ODYSSEY BY ANDREW LANG As one that for a weary space has lain |