Hooves Of The Horses

The hooves of the horses O' witching and sweet

Is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet

No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird

Can stir me as hooves of the horses have stirred

They spurn disappointment and trample despair

And drown with their drum beats the challenge of care

With scarlet and silk for their banners above

They are swifter than fortune and sweeter than love

On the wings of the morning they gather and fly

In the hush of the night-time I hear them go by

The horses of memory thundering through

With flashing white fetlocks all wet with the dew

When you lay me to slumber no spot you can choose

But will ring to the rhythm of galloping shoes

And under the daisies no grave be so deep

For the hooves of the horses to sound in my sleep