UP came the young Centaur-colts from the plains they were fathered in —
?Curious, awkward, afraid.
Burrs on their hocks and their tails, they were branded and gathered in
?Mobs and run up to the yard to be made.
Starring and shying at straws, with sidlings and plungings.
?Buckings and whirlings and bolts;
Greener than grass, but full-ripe for their bridling and lungings.
?Up to the yards and to Chiron they bustled the colts . . .
First the light web and the cavesson; then the linked keys
?To jingle and turn on the tongue. Then, with cocked ears.
The hours of watching and ............