The rider Victory reins his horse Midway across the empty bridge As if head-tall he had met a wall. Yet there was nothing there at all, No bodiless, barrier, ghostly ridge To check the charger in his course So suddenly, you’d fall.
Suspended, horse and rider stare, Leaping on air and legendary. Leaping on air and legendary. In front the waiting kingdom lies, The bridge and all the roads are free, But halted in implacable air Rider and horse with stony eyes Uprear their statuary
~1946 Scottish Poet Edwin Muir~
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