Destroyers and Other Verses/The Post

by Henry Head

 

The Post.

Hark! a distant post-horn winding
Underneath the purple hills,
Sets my languid pulses racing
Like the tumbling mountain-rills.

See, the slow post-carriage crawling
Like a little yellow toy,
Cracking whip, and three white horses
Fill my silly heart with joy.

Hark! I hear the post-bells jangle,
And the drum of clattering hoofs
Comes to me in windy snatches
Up above the pointed roofs.

See, it halts before the post-house;
And the message that it brings,
Stirs within me depths of gladness,
And the flutter of Love's wings.

The Black Forest, 1855.