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A steed of white satin shimmers before me
only the head, the neck and the mane
hov'ring in strands of glint and gossamer
weaving in a magical mystical wind
in my father's garden

I sweetly stroke the waving tresses
wisps become whole rippling flesh
I straddle her sleek and muscular flanks
we rise above the spreading willow tree

the river, the mountain and the sea
till we reach the sprawling heavens
marble castles in billowing clouds
pennants streaming from onion-domed towers

My folk is gathered in the emerald valley
harvesting the golden sheaves of summer grain
My queen waits faithfully for me
her toes dangling in the cool meadow rill

Once more I survey my peaceful domain
green field, blue stream, black forest
then my steed's hooves touch down gently
upon the cobbles by the crystal fountain
amid the cheers of the jubilant throng
celebrating my triumphant return
from the bitter wars of reality