Robert Browning ( 3 of 73 )
Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt read more
Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall,
Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,
Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear,
Called my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer;
Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise bad or good,
'Til at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood.
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower.
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower.