Houyhnhnm

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<poem> If the wind should blow so fair, To bequeath one blesséd breath. If the nature’s fruits do bear, To forsake thy wintry death.

In his eyes I see mine own, Though reflection hath more form. How far in world that sight should roam, If real vision thus be born.

For him the bright lit heavens shown, A gasp of wind half cast, A rustling leave, passed his head, The Moerae’s seed is sewn.

From his rump did spring a whisking tail, His hands thus melded some, And into hooves they formed themselves, All dark and clad with horn, From his neck there grew a noble mane, His neck did arch as such, While spine did curve and haunches formed, A burning soul was born.

Until at length his chest did heave, His heart poured forth new blood, His ears grew tipped and crowned his head, His face outstretched, his nostrils flared, Until at length he reared his head, A piercing neigh he let, At last he was as never more, And shook in one last fret.

And to my hooves I loftily leapt, And sprang forth toward the breeze, My hair as fire in kindling swept, Blurred eyes perceived such clarities.

And ‘cross the fields I galloped so, And since beheld a tomb, But then I turned and flicked my tail, A child from nature’s womb. </poem>

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