I THINK OF YOU as of rebellion’s self,
The flame-hoofed stallion that describes his ire
In preternatural arcs of astral fire.
I think of you as one who flings his wealth
In riot down the cascades of the sky—
I hear loud music as your pinions float
Above the earthbound, note on deathless note
Of one who dared to answer back the lie!

No thing that creeps on earth by stealth
Can bear the glitter of your stormy wing,
The air is filled with bells that sudden ring
And treble choirs transcendent anthems sing—
There is no place to hide, no hole to shade
The dungeon-creature from your fiery blade!