Evening
Oh! thou bright-beaming god, the plains are thirsting,
Thirsting for freshening dew, and man is pining;
Wearily move on thy horses-
Let, then, thy chariot descend!
Seest thou her who, from ocean’s crystal billows,
Lovingly nods and smiles? – Thy heart must know her!
Joyously speed on thy horses,-
Tethys, the goddess, ’tis nods!
Swiftly from out his flaming chariot leaping,
Into her arms he springs, – the reins takes Cupid,-
Quietly stand the horses,
Drinking the cooling flood.
Now from the heavens with gentle step descending,
Balmy night appears, by sweet love followed;
Mortals, rest ye, and love ye,-
Phoebus, the loving one, rests.
All Riled Up
Such an exciting poem, it’s amazing how a few rhyming words can evoke such feeling. Be sure to check out more amazing rhymes in the horse poetry section.