Author Arthur Davison Ficke A pale girl, naked, On a black-maned horse Rides, by a foaming Water-course: With forests behind her, Silent and black; She lifts no finger, She looks not back. But onward, onward, A slender ghost, Rides; and in shadows Again is lost. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 2 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments