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Pegasus in Pound is a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

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-''Pegasus in Pound'' is this poem by [[Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]]:
+''Pegasus in Pound'' is a poem by [[Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]].
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-Once into a quiet village,
-   Without haste and without heed,
-In the golden prime of morning,
-   Strayed the poet's winged steed.
-It was Autumn, and incessant
-   Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,
-And, like living coals, the apples
-   Burned among the withering leaves.
-Loud the clamorous bell was ringing
-   From its belfry gaunt and grim;
-'T was the daily call to labor,
-   Not a triumph meant for him.
-Not the less he saw the landscape,
-   In its gleaming vapor veiled;
-Not the less he breathed the odors
-   That the dying leaves exhaled.
-Thus, upon the village common,
-   By the school-boys he was found;
-And the wise men, in their wisdom,
-   Put him straightway into pound.
-Then the sombre village crier,
-   Ringing loud his brazen bell,
-Wandered down the street proclaiming
-   There was an estray to sell.
-And the curious country people,
-   Rich and poor, and young and old,
-Came in haste to see this wondrous
-   Winged steed, with mane of gold.
-Thus the day passed, and the evening
-   Fell, with vapors cold and dim;
-But it brought no food nor shelter,
-   Brought no straw nor stall, for him.
-Patiently, and still expectant,
-   Looked he through the wooden bars,
-Saw the moon rise o'er the landscape,
-   Saw the tranquil, patient stars;
-Till at length the bell at midnight
-   Sounded from its dark abode,
-And, from out a neighboring farm-yard
-   Loud the cock Alectryon crowed.
-Then, with nostrils wide distended,
-   Breaking from his iron chain,
-And unfolding far his pinions,
-   To those stars he soared again.
-On the morrow, when the village
-   Woke to all its toil and care,
-Lo! the strange steed had departed,
-   And they knew not when nor where.
-But they found, upon the greensward
-   Where his straggling hoofs had trod,
-Pure and bright, a fountain flowing
-   From the hoof-marks in the sod.
-From that hour, the fount unfailing
-   Gladdens the whole region round,
-Strengthening all who drink its waters,
-   While it soothes them with its sound.

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