Knights!
Posse on the move, bit to bridle, bridle to bit,
Gold saddles strewn with sprays of cassia.
Fine dust rising screens the road;
Startled flowers floating dazzle the eye
The riders, wine-steeped, halfway drunk;
The horses, sweat-drenched, utterly proud:
Homeward bound, fearing nightfall,
Jostling to the river, the bridge.