WHERE are my horses, my jubilant horses,
That distance the uttermost stars in their courses,
That speed past the worlds and strike out star fire
With their pounding hoofs on the purple steeps
Of the midnight sky? A universe leaps
Pebble-like from their tracks as higher and higher
They carry me swift and carry me free
Towards the reddening dawn that was fashioned tor me.
Where are my horses, my great-hearted horses,
That sped past the uttermost suns in their courses?
A mist fills the star-strewn paths of the sky.
I see no red dawn. Have I slept? Did I fall?
Why come my swift horses no more at my call?
A vision of fluttering years has passed by.
But what of my horses? Oh, tell me, I pray,
Have riderless dreams galloped this way?