And we stretched up into the air, fleeting on in the sunshine,
⁠A speck in the gleam
On galloping hoofs, his mane in the wind out-flowing,
⁠In a shadowy stream;

And, oh, when, all lone, the gentle star of evening
⁠Came crinkling into the blue,
A magical castle we saw in the air, like a cloud of moonlight,
⁠As onward we flew;

And across the green moat on the drawbridge we foamed and
⁠And there was a beautiful Queen⁠⁠[we snorted,
Who smiled at me strangely; and spoke to my wild little Horse,
⁠A lovely and beautiful Queen;⁠⁠⁠⁠[too—

And she cried with delight—and delight—to her delicate maidens,
⁠“Behold my daughter—my dear!”
And they crowned me with flowers, and then to their harps
⁠Solemn and clear;⁠⁠⁠⁠[sate playing,

And magical cakes and goblets were spread on the table;
⁠And at window the birds came in;
Hopping along with bright eyes, pecking crumbs from the platters,
⁠And sipped of the wine;

And splashing up—up to the roof tossed fountains of crystal;
⁠And Princes in scarlet and green
Shot with their bows and arrows, and kneeled with their dishes
⁠Of fruits for the Queen;

And we walked in a magical garden with rivers and bowers,
⁠And my bed was of ivory and gold;
And the Queen breathed soft in my ear a song of enchantment—
⁠And I never grew old . . .

And I never, never came back to the earth, oh, never and never;
⁠How mother would cry and cry!
There’d be snow on the fields then, and all these sweet flowers
⁠Would wither, and die . . . ⁠⁠⁠⁠[in the winter

Suppose . . . and suppose. . .