White Horses

Far out at sea
There are horses to ride,
Little white horses
That race with the tide.

Their tossing manes
Are the white sea-foam,
And the lashing winds
Are driving them home —

To shadowy stables
Fast they must flee,
To the great green caverns
Down under the sea.
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