Slow, horses, slow

Slow, horses, slow,

As through the wood we go --

We would count the stars in heaven,

Hear the grasses grow:

Watch the cloudlets few

Dappling the deep blue.

In our open palms outspread

Catch the blessed dew.

Slow, horses, slow,

As thro' the wood we go --

We would see fair Dian rise

With her huntress bow:

We would hear the breeze

Ruffling the dim trees,

Hear its sweet love-ditty set

To endless harmonies.

Slow, horses, slow,

As through the wood we go --

All the beauty of the night

We would learn and know!