.... Their Great Horses.
- And now at last,
- Comes Traveller and his master. Look at them well.
- The horse is an iron-grey, sixteen hands high,
- Short back, deep chest, strong haunch, flat legs, small head,
- Delicate ear, quick eye, black mane and tail,
- Wise brain, obedient mouth.
- Such horses are
- The jewels of the horseman's hands and thighs,
- They go by the word and hardly need the rein.
- They bred such horses in Virginia then,
- Horses that were remembered after death
- And buried not so far from Christian ground
- That if their sleeping riders should arise
- They could not witch them from the earth again
- And ride a printless course along the grass
- With the old manage and light ease of hand.
- — Passage from Army of Northern Virginia, a poem by Stephen Vincent Benet
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