The horse beneath me seemed br To know what course to steer br Through the horror of snow I dreamed, br And so I had no fear, br br Nor was I chilled to death br By the wind’s white shudders, thanks br To the veils of his patient breath br And the mist of sweat from his flanks. br br It seemed that all night through, br Within my hand no rein br And nothing in my view br But the pillar of his mane, br br I rode with magic ease br At a quick, unstumbling trot br Through shattering vacancies br On into what was not, br br Till the weave of the storm grew thin, br With a threading of cedar-smoke, br And the ice-blind pane of an inn br Shimmered, and I awoke.