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Who shall declare the joy of the running! / Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight! / Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather, / Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light.
Everything mortal has moments immortal, / Swift and God-gifted, immeasurably bright.
So with the stretch of the white road before me, / Shining snowcrystals rainbowed by the sun, / Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows, / Strong with the strength of my horse as we run.
Joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight! / Joy! With the vigorous earth I am one.