Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 182, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 August 1910 — CURRENT VERSE. [ARTICLE]

CURRENT VERSE.

The Horses of Indra. Up from the grUen sea valleys ~ r ~~. That the wild, white horses range. Up from the ocean pastures That the foam-steeds ravage aaß change, ■ ----- -— : — t . —■■ The Storm-God gathers his cloud-hetg And drives them away at his wilL The wild white horses of Indra. That have stooped and have drank their fill. He herds them up heaven’s steep hollow Aslope from the low, sea-marge. And the sky is filled with their thunder And the terror of their charge— Is filled with the sweep of squadrons. The shout of the Storm God’s Ire. And hoofs that strike from the skyway The spark of the levin fire. Beneath them their white sea-brotbera : Run raging with tangled mane. To the cal] of the wild winds warring Through the serried ranks of the rain. 1 But lo! in the east it is dawning. And.clear and blue Is the sky. i And green and peaceful the sea-plain ! When the storm-herds have swept by. —Martha W. Austin, in Scribner**.