Lo! with a touch as soft as tulle she bade blessings to
her horse. While smoothing his fetlocks and his mane;
she disposed of her worries and her pain. The creatures
lope and bound round fields of Elysium; a land of pure
delight where thus saints immortal reign.
“Symbolical glory of the earth and air; to wander lone
into their presence is thus beyond a mortal’s share.
Forgive the maiden’s gaffe for she holds an iron bond;
tis baffling mere at thought; to grant her covet fond!”
“Horse more worth than riches” she replied with valiant
sass.”Let discern, compare, pronounce; found brighter
hope at last.”
Breathing from her lips a prayer;
Above the skies awash and clear.
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