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III. BOOT AND SADDLE

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my castle before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery gray,
CHORUS: Boot, saddle, to horse, and

away!

Out 'twixt the battery-smokes there flew
A rider, bound on bound
Full-galloping; nor bridle drew

Until he reached the mound.

Then off there flung, in smiling joy, And held himself erect

Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd By just his horse's mane, a boy:

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You hardly could suspect

So tight he kept his lips compressed,
Scarce any blood came through
You looked twice ere you saw his breast
Was all but shot in two.

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There are flashes struck from midnights, 25 There are fire-flames noondays kindle, Whereby piled-up honors perish,

Whereby swollen ambitions dwindle, While just this or that poor impulse,

Which for once had play unstifled, Seems the sole work of a lifetime

That away the rest have trifled.

Doubt you if, in some such moment,
As she fixed me, she felt clearly:
Ages past the soul existed,

Here an age 'tis resting merely,
And hence fleets again for ages;

While the true end, sole and single, It stops here for is, - this love-way, With some other soul to mingle?

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