Evoë

Oceanward, the sea-horses sweep magnificently,

champing and whirling white foam about their green flanks,

and tossing on high their manes of sunlit rainbow-gold,

dazzling white and multitudinous far as sight can reach.

O champing horses of my soul, toss,

toss on high your sunlit manes,

your manes of rainbow-gold,

dazzling white and multitudinous:

for I too rejoice, rejoice!