Get out the microscope, because we’re going through this poem line-by-line.
Lines 21-24
My horse moved on; hoof after hoof
He raised, and never stopped:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropped.
- The speaker keeps riding his horse up the hill: clip-clop, clip-clop. That horse is not taking any breaks.
- As the horse keeps rising up the hill, the moon all of a sudden dips below Lucy's cottage roof. The speaker can't see it anymore. It looks like it's just him and the horse now.