MORE POEMS BY CHRISTOPHER CRANCH
by: Christopher Cranch
along its living freight, it came,
- Hot, panting, fierce, yet docile to command--
- The roaring monster, blazing through the land
- Athwart the night, with crest of smoke and flame;
- Like those weird bulls Medea learned to tame
- By sorcery, yoked to plough the Colchian strand
- In forced obedience under Jason's hand.
- Yet modern skill outstripped this antique fame,
- When o'er our plains and through the rocky bar
- Of hills it pushed its ever-lengthening line
- Of iron roads, with gain far more divine
- Than when the daring Argonauts from far
- Came for the golden fleece, which like a star
- Hung clouded in the dragon-guarded shrine.