THE DESTROYERS Hit, and hard hit! The blow went home, The muffled, knocking stroke The steam that overruns the foam The foam that thins to smoke The smoke that cloaks the deep aboil- Till, streaked with ash and sleeked with oil, A shadow down the sickened wave But hear their chattering quick-fires rave Panic that shells the drifting spar Loud waste with none to check Mad fear that rakes a scornful star Now, while their silly smoke hangs thick, Lay in and lance them to the quick- Good luck to those that see the end, Good-bye to those that drown For each his chance as chance shall send- And God for all! 篇 THE DESTROYERS The strength of twice three thousand horse That serve the one command; The hand that heaves the headlong force, The hate that backs the hand: The doom-bolt in the darkness freed, The mine that splits the main ; The white-hot wake, the 'wildering speed— The Choosers of the Slain! WHITE HORSES Where run your colts at pasture? All purple to the stars! Who holds the rein upon you? The latest gale let free. The glut of all the sea. Great store of newly dead, The bones of those that faced us, And the hearts of those that fled. WHITE HORSES Afar, offshore and single, Some stallion, rearing swift, Neighs hungry for new fodder, And calls us to the drift. Then down the cloven ridges A million hooves unshod Break forth the mad White Horses To seek their meat from God! Girth-deep in hissing water Our furious vanguard strains— The coming of the herd! Whose hand may grip your nostrils— That spy upon our matings, That rope us where we run They know the strong White Horses From father unto son. WHITE HORSES We breathe about their cradles, And come they for your calling? And, kin of those we crippled, And, sons of those we slew, Spur down the wild white riders To school the herds anew. What service have ye paid them, Our snow-backed leaders graze A guard behind their plunder, |