| There where the course is, |
| Delight makes all of the one mind, |
| The riders upon the galloping horses, |
| The crowd that closes in behind: |
| We, too, had good attendance once, |
| Hearers and hearteners of the
work; |
| Aye, horsemen for companions, |
| Before the merchant and the clerk |
| Breathed on the world with
timid breath. |
| Sing on: somewhere at some new moon, |
| We’ll learn that sleeping is not death, |
| Hearing the
whole earth change its tune, |
| Its flesh being wild, and it again |
| Crying aloud as the racecourse is, |
| And we
find hearteners among men |
| That ride upon horses. |