He whinnies often, as though to say
I would be free on this perfect day!
He too is filled with a happiness
His dumb soul treasures but can't express,
And in that gladness of wind and sun
I know my beast and myself are one.
The way is lonely, no passer by
Disturbs the stillness, my horse and I
Possess the earth, and the rippling air
Divine elixir to banish care