Steals the chime of an unseen rein

Steadily nigh.

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Lost in the deepening red

The sea has forgotten the shore:

The great dark steeds with their muffled tread

Draw near once more.

To the furrow's end they sweep

Like a sombre wave of the sea,

Lifting its crest to challenge the deep

Hush of Eternity.

Still for a moment they stand,

Massed on the sun's red death,

A surge of bronze, too great, too grand,

To endure for more than a breath.

Only the billow and stream

Of muscle and flank and mane

Like darkling mountain-cataracts gleam

Gripped in a Titan's rein.

Once more from the furrow's end

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