Nor Centaur yet, nor Unicorn—
But just my comrade and my friend,
Thru' happy days too soon to end.
For tho' the number of our years,
Of thine and mine, alike appears,
I know the time will surely be
When Death will come 'twixt thee and me.
Would that a well-loved horse's span
Of life could equal that of man!
Or like the Chief in days gone by
Might faithful friends together lie
With faces lifted toward the sky.
But just my comrade and my friend,
Thru' happy days too soon to end.
For tho' the number of our years,
Of thine and mine, alike appears,
I know the time will surely be
When Death will come 'twixt thee and me.
Would that a well-loved horse's span
Of life could equal that of man!
Or like the Chief in days gone by
Might faithful friends together lie
With faces lifted toward the sky.
But gloomy thoughts let's put away,
And save them for some distant day,
And only trot and prance and play,
My bonnie dear!
And save them for some distant day,
And only trot and prance and play,
My bonnie dear!
We'll canter forth at early dawn,
When dewdrops twinkle on the lawn,
And chase the very woodland Faun,
That brought you here.
When dewdrops twinkle on the lawn,
And chase the very woodland Faun,
That brought you here.
For in the dusky gloaming dim,
When first appears the crescent's rim,
I hear him whistling you to him
Adown the glade.
When first appears the crescent's rim,
I hear him whistling you to him
Adown the glade.
