Horses in horsecloths stand in a row
On board the huge ship that at last lets go
Whither are they sailing? They do not know
Nor what for, nor how. --
They are horses of war
And are going to where there is fighting afar;
But they gaze through their eyeholes unwitting they are
And that in some wilderness, gaunt and ghast
Their bones will bleach ere a year has passed
And the item be as "war-waste" classed. --
And when the band booms, and thе folk say "Goodbye!"
And the shore slidеs astern, they appear wrenched awry
From the scheme Nature planned for them, -- wondering why
On board the huge ship that at last lets go
Whither are they sailing? They do not know
Nor what for, nor how. --
They are horses of war
And are going to where there is fighting afar;
But they gaze through their eyeholes unwitting they are
And that in some wilderness, gaunt and ghast
Their bones will bleach ere a year has passed
And the item be as "war-waste" classed. --
And when the band booms, and thе folk say "Goodbye!"
And the shore slidеs astern, they appear wrenched awry
From the scheme Nature planned for them, -- wondering why
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