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Adam Lindsay Gordon - The Last Leap
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ALL is over! fleet career,  
  Dash of greyhound slipping thongs,  
Flight of falcon, bound of deer,  
Mad hoof-thunder in our rear,  
  Cold air rushing up our lungs,          
  Din of many tongues.  
  
Once again, one struggle good,  
  One vain effort;—he must dwell  
Near the shifted post, that stood  
Where the splinters of the wood,          
  Lying in the torn tracks, tell  
  How he struck and fell.  
  
Crest where cold drops beaded cling,  
  Small ear drooping, nostril full,  
Glazing to a scarlet ring,          
Flanks and haunches quivering,  
  Sinews stiffening, void and null,  
  Dumb eyes sorrowful.  
  
Satin coat that seems to shine  
  Duller now, black braided tress          
That a softer hand than mine  
Far away was wont to twine,  
  That in meadows far from this  
  Softer lips might kiss.  
  
All is over! this is death,          
  And I stand to watch thee die,  
Brave old horse! with bated breath  
Hardly drawn through tight-clenched teeth,  
  Lip indented deep, but eye  
  Only dull and dry.          
  
Musing on the husk and chaff  
  Gathered where life’s tares are sown,  
Thus I speak, and force a laugh,  
That is half a sneer and half  
  An involuntary groan,          
  In a stifled tone—  
  
‘Rest, old friend! thy day, though rife  
  With its toil, hath ended soon;  
We have had our share of strife,  
Tumblers in the masque of life,          
  In the pantomime of noon  
  Clown and pantaloon.  
  
‘With a flash that ends thy pain,  
  Respite and oblivion blest  
Come to greet thee. I in vain          
Fall: I rise to fall again:  
  Thou hast fallen to thy rest—  
  And thy fall is best
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