in the horses the hour before dawn, the horses seem to
"Till the moorline ? blackening dregs of the brightening grey -
Halved the sky ahead. And I saw the horses:
Huge in the dense grey ? ten together -
Megalith-still. [ They breathed, making no move,
with draped manes and tilted hind-hooves,
Making no sound.
I passed: not one snorted or jerked its head.
Grey silent fragments
Of a grey silent world."
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