Eleanor Farjeon - Heaven Quotes

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From the blood of Medusa
Pegasus sprang.
His hoof of heaven
Like melody rang.

Eleanor Farjeon

He could not be captured,
He could not be bought,
His running was rhythm,
His standing was thought;
With one eye on sorrow
And one eye on mirth,
He galloped in heaven
And gambolled on earth. And only the poet
With wings to his brain
Can mount him and ride him
Without any rein,
The stallion of heaven,
The steed of the skies,
The horse of the singer
Who sings as he flies.

Eleanor Farjeon

Sweet the rain's new fall,
Sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall
On the first grass.

Eleanor Farjeon