A LINE in long array, where they wind betwixt green islands;
They take a serpentine coursetheir arms flash in the sunHark to the musical
clank;
Behold the silvery riverin it the splashing horses, loitering, stop to drink;
Behold the brown-faced meneach group, each person, a picturethe negligent rest
on
the
saddles;
Some emerge on the opposite bankothers are just entering the fordwhile,
Scarlet, and blue, and snowy white,
The guidon flags flutter gaily in the wind.
Cavalry Crossing a Ford.
written byWalt Whitman
© Walt Whitman