Today’s bit of horse in poetry was composed by William Wordsworth in 1798. While it isn’t about horses, they do play a part in the tale he weaves.
Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover’s ear alone,
What once to me befell.
When she I loved looked every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening-moon.
Upon the moon I fixed my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.
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