Author Richard Henry Dana It rang in ears that knew the sound; And hot, flushed cheeks are blanched with fear. Ha! why does Lee look wildly round? Thinks he the drowned horse near?He drops his cup,—his lips are stiff with fright.Nay, sit thee down,—it is thy banquet night. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments