Huub de Lange - Four Wilbur Songs The Ride - текст песни (слова)

The Ride
 The horse beneath me seemed
  To know what course to steer
  Through the horror of snow I dreamed,
 And so I had no fear,
 Nor was I chilled to death
  By the wind's white shudders, thanks
  To the veils of his patient breath
  And the mist of sweat from his flanks.
 It seemed that all night through,
 Within my hand no rein
 And nothing in my view
 But the pillar of his mane,
 I rode with magic ease
 At a quick, unstumbling trot
 Through shattering vacancies
 On into what was not,
 Till the weave of the storm grew thin,
 With a threading of cedar-smoke,
 And the ice-blind pane of an inn
 Shimmered, and I awoke.
 How shall I now get back
  To the inn-yard where he stands,
 Burdened with every lack,
 And waken the stable-hands
 To give him, before I think
  That there was no horse at all,
 Some hay, some water to drink,
 A blanket and a stall?
 Richard Wilbur