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The moon swims in milkiness, / The road glimmers curving down into the wooded valley / And with a clashing and creaking of tackle and axles / The train of limbers passes me, and the mules / Splash me with mud, thrusting me from the road into puddles, / Straining at the tackle with a bitter patience, / Passing me.
And into a patch of moonlight, / With beautiful curved necks and manes, / Heads reined back, and nostrils dilated, / Impatient of restraint, / Pass two gray stallions, / Such as Oenetia bred; / Beautiful as the horses of Hippolytus / Carven on some antique frieze.
And my heart rejoices seeing their strength in play, / The mere animal life of them, / Lusting, / As a thing passionate and proud.
Then again the limbers and grotesque mules.