Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

(27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)

Pegasus in Pound - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Once into a quiet village,
Without haste and without heed,
In the golden prime of morning,
Strayed the poet's wingéd steed.

It was Autumn, and incessant
Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,
And, like living coals, the apples
Burned among the withering leaves.

Loud the clamorous bell was ringing
From its belfry gaunt and grim;
'T was the daily call to labor,
Not a triumph meant for him.

Not the less he saw the landscape,
In its gleaming vapor veiled;
Not the less he breathed the odors
That the dying leaves exhaled.

Thus, upon the village common,
By the school-boys he was found;
And the wise men, in their wisdom,
Put him straightway into pound.

Then the sombre village crier,
Ringing loud his brazen bell,
Wandered down the street proclaiming
There was an estray to sell.

And the curious country people,
Rich and poor, and young and old,
Came in haste to see this wondrous
Wingéd steed, with mane of gold.

Thus the day passed, and the evening
Fell, with vapors cold and dim;
But it brought no food nor shelter,
Brought no straw nor stall, for him.

Patiently, and still expectant,
Looked he through the wooden bars,
Saw the moon rise o'er the landscape,
Saw the tranquil, patient stars;

Till at length the bell at midnight
Sounded from its dark abode,
And, from out a neighboring farm-yard
Loud the cock Alectryon crowed.

Then, with nostrils wide distended,
Breaking from his iron chain,
And unfolding far his pinions,
To those stars he soared again.

On the morrow, when the village
Woke to all its toil and care,
Lo! the strange steed had departed,
And they knew not when nor where.

But they found, upon the greensward
Where his struggling hoofs had trod,
Pure and bright, a fountain flowing
From the hoof-marks in the sod.

From that hour, the fount unfailing
Gladdens the whole region round,
Strengthening all who drink its waters,
While it soothes them with its sound.

Topic(s) of this poem: mythology


Comments about Pegasus in Pound by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • Amar Agarwala (10/26/2016 1:19:00 AM)


    A mesmerizing piece of work. (Report) Reply

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  • (10/25/2016 10:48:00 AM)

    Pegasus In Pound..
    Love it absolutely beautiful...10 and more if I could award the stars.. (Report) Reply

  • (10/25/2016 5:52:00 AM)


    Marvelously narrated mythological story. Thanks for sharing it here. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/25/2016 5:11:00 AM)

    Upon the greensward
    Once in a quiet village. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (10/25/2016 2:31:00 AM)


    Saw the moon rise o'er the landscape,
    Saw the tranquil, patient stars; ....
    What a beautiful poem! ....
    (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/10/2015 3:25:00 AM)


    In the golden prime of morning this mythological poem is very wisely and wonderfully expressed. Wise sharing.10 (Report) Reply

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