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A Festal Ode Complimenting An Officer

Rating: 3.3

On dashed my four steeds, without halt, without stay,
Though toilsome and winding from Chow was the way.
I wished to return--but the monarch's command
Forbade that his business be done with slack hand;
And my heart was with sadness oppressed.

On dashed my four steeds; I ne'er slackened the reins.
They snorted and panted--all white, with black manes.
I wished to return, but our sovereign's command
Forbade that his business be done with slack hand;--

And I dared not to pause or to rest.
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Susan Williams 18 January 2016

I loved the urgency this poem engendered in me. My heart started pounding with the beat of those horses' hooves. I cannot help it- -I started fretting about those horses' health. Was he going to drive them to their death? Would they be wind-broken when journey was done? Would he not fulfill his mission in time and be punished by death? .

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* Sunprincess * 18 January 2016

........an amazing poem with vivid imagery...an officer following the king's command ?

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