HOOFS OF THE HORSES - by Will Ogilvie from Galloping Shoes, 1922

HOOFS  OF  THE  HORSES      The hoofs of the horses !—Oh ! 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 hoofs 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 then 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 can you choose     But will ring to the rhythm of galloping shoes,     And under the daisies no grave be so deep     But the hoofs of the horses shall sound in my sleep     by Will Ogilvie from Galloping Shoes, 1922