I SAW a young spirit wildly astride
Of the new moon ride, ride and ride—
Into the clouds and over the stars,
Down the West and away!

His hair was streaming, a silver mist,
And meteor reins were round his wrist.
Whence he was going and whither no word
Of earth can ever say!

And yet I know that the swift white fire
Bearing him on was the world's desire:
So after him wildly rapt I rode,
Down, down to the day!