Darkness stands ear-pricked, poised, champing its icy snaffle,
Pawing the cold electric straw of its airy stall.
Darkness whinnies through space; no rare sky-stuff can baffle
Its sharp and delicate hoofs, precisely placing their fall.
Who will conquer darkness, who will mount this black stallion?
From the east comes the glorious rider, his check-reins are ablaze,
White flame leaps from his bridle; his saddle--a glowing medallion:
And darkness sees and trembles; darkness, broken, obeys.
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