Publisher's Synopsis
Excerpt from Bridle Paths
In spring sunshine and the sudden showerAcross the storied land the horsemen rode.
Three leagues away they saw the city's tower,
Set by the tidal stream which seaward flowed,
The first of many rivers to be crossed -
By steamboat, bridge, rope-ferry, or by ford -
Before they climbed the mountain range and lost
The springs on heights where the lone eagle soared.
They were not many those who rode - not more
Than could find shelter in a rural inn
Should court-week crowd it to the outer door,
When the great dinner gong let loose its din -
Somewhat at discord with their times, now drawn
Together by their common tastes and set
Upon a journey in the season's dawn,
While orchards were in bloom, and fields were wet
With greenness. Journeys of such length, and made
In such a way, were usual once; but now
Men paused to stare at the small cavalcade;
The farm-hand in the furrow stopped his plow,
And passing horses shied at saddle-bags
And the rolled rubber capes on saddle bows.
Within the village the village wags
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