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