Hither! thunder hither
thence, thou grandest of all steeds.
Prance with all thy graces
from out the river-reeds.
See we have been summoned
by the princess to the ball!
Dance with all thy splendor
into the royal hall!
Thither! thunder thither
hence, and gallop all the way.
Thy patter on the plains
must fall without delay!
for agog awaiting
stays the princess for a glance
at thy flowing frolic
and thy grey countenance.
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