Poetry
Ballade of the Pit Ponies
SOME were foaled near for or combe, Where the Channel's silver spray Jewels every golden broom
Springtime wields to sweep away Morning mists when skies are grey. And their baby eyes were bright : Now they see no dancing beam— They have given us their light Some were foaled in forest gloom, Where the dappled branches sway Round the dryads' drawing room, Carpeted with drifting May.
This was where they used to play, When the boughs with buds were dight, And the glades were hyacinth-gay- They have given us their light !
Now from tomb to darker tomb, Blind they blunder to obey Mastering shadow - forms, who loom Through the dark ; all, who shall weigh All the golden joys of day Bartered' for their wrested sight ?
Is it not enough to say— They have -given us their light !
ENVOI .
IllaSters I For their sake I pray Ere their day is wholly night Stop to count the price they pay-- They have given us their light ! BARBARA EuruArt TODD.
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