islands;
They take a serpentine course -- their arms flash in the
sun -- Hark to the musical clank;
Behold the silvery river -- in it the splashing horses,
loitering, stop to drink;
Behold the brown-faced men -- each group, each person,
a picture -- the negligent rest on the saddles;
Some emerge on the opposite bank -- others are just
entering the ford;
The guidon flags flutter gaily in the wind.
