The Fly-Away Horse
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse -Perhaps you have seen him before;
Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has
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
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
Hide their faces
In the lap of old Grandmother Night.
It is yonder, out yonder, the Fly-Away
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
Adjudge him some portent of woe."What ho there!" they cry,
As he flourishes
With a whisk of his beautiful tail;
And the fish in the
Are as scared as can be,
From the nautilus up to the whale!
And the Fly-Away Horse seeks those faraway
You little folk dream of at night -Where candy-trees grow, and honey-brooks flow,
And corn-fields with popcorn are white;
And the beasts in the wood are ever so
To children who visit them there -What glory astride of a lion to ride,
Or to wrestle around with a bear!
The monkeys, they say:"Come on, let us play,"And they frisk in the cocoanut-trees:
While the parrots, that
To the peanut-vines,
Or converse with comparative ease!
Off! scamper to bed - you shall ride him tonight!
For, as soon as you've fallen asleep,
With a jubilant neigh he shall bear you
Over forest and hillside and deep!
But tell us, my dear, all you see and you
In those beautiful lands over there,
Where the Fly-Away Horse wings his faraway
With the wee one consigned to his care.
Then grandma will
In amazement: "Oh, my!"And she'll think it could never be so;
And only we
Shall know it is true -You and I, little precious! shall know!
Eugene Field
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