The Bits

The Bits is my answer to Poe's The Bells

THE BITS

Hear the horses with the bits . . . silver bits!
What a wonder-world of riding their jingling transmits!
How they jingle, tingle, jangle in the fine summer air
while leaves in white clouds mangle
as over manes they dangle
like green and verdant icicles up there.
Keeping time, time, time
like little metal chimes
to the beating of the hooves upon the schists
that mingling with the jingling of the bits, bits, bits,
they go fleeting while competing with the bits.