See, they are clearing the sawdust course
For the girl in pink on the milk-white horse.

Her spangles twinkle; his pale flanks shine,
Every hair of his tail is fine
And bright as a comet's, his mane blows free,
And she points a toe and bends a knee,
And while his hoof beats fall like rain
Over and over and over again.

And nothing that moves on land or sea
Will seem so beautiful to me
As the girl in pink on the milk-white horse
Cantering over the sawdust course.