If wishes were horses for just one day,
Ho, my dear, what a wild stampede!
Gray and sorrel and brown and bay;
For every wisher a splendid steed!

Black for us two, with the wind in his mane
And a star in his forehead as white as snow,
Silver stirrups and scarlet rein--
I'd fling you up to the saddle bow.

Sparks would fly from his flashing feet,
Slivers of light as the road uncurled,
And we'd ride to the end of the world, my sweet,
We'd ride to the end of the world!

This poem is in the public domain.