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Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse -- / Perhaps you have seen him before; / Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has swept / Through the moonlight that floats on the floor. / For it's only at night, when the stars twinkle bright, / That the Fly-Away Horse, with a neigh / And a pull at his rein and a toss of his mane, / Is up on his heels and away! / The Moon in the sky, / As he gallopeth by, / Cries: "Oh! what a marvelous sight! " / And the Stars in dismay / Hide their faces away / In the lap of old Grandmother Night.
It is yonder, out yonder, the Fly-Away Horse / Speedeth ever and ever away -- / Over meadows and lanes, over mountains and plains, / Over streamlets that sing at their play; / And over the sea like a ghost sweepeth he, / While the ships they go sailing below, / And he speedeth so fast that the men at the mast / Adjudge him some portent of woe. / "What ho there! " they cry, / As he flourishes by / With a whisk of his beautiful tail; / And the fish in the sea / Are as scared as can be, / From the nautilus up to the whale!