Her beauty stirred like mirrored fire, Like perfection etched in cloudless glass, Unstained by any but her own desire. The dew that clung to her when she passed --Ignorant and beauteous as a summer morn-- Shook rainbows when she wheeled. Let love come wind his bitter horn And pierce the bitter heart of my desire, The bitter dark where my dream is born! Always I hear amid the battering hooves Her valorous laughter--echoes on stone worn smooth-- Always I see heedless sparks of her mirrored fire. Night winds that set the tree-shadows loose, Or upon the Old Dutch Bridge echo close, Wail bleak knowledge the Headless Horseman and I Ride to one desire.