White Horses

The sea is quick with the surging,
Impatient hooves on the loaded waves
Around the headland, herald of its coming,
The stamping of the great green-gold rush
Of the dark horses, pale riders to the crest.
Fighting free of the foam, just to be
As foals of the forward-looking prow.
Terrible unicorns to straddle the water,
Silver Alba represented regally,
Tossing their heads over the water.