See, they are clearing the sawdust course
For the girl in pink on the milk-white horse
Her spangles twinkle; his pale flanks shine
Every hair of his tail is fine

And bright as a comet's; his mane blows free
And she points a toe and bends a knee
And while his hoofbeats fall like rain
Over and over and over again

And nothing that moves on land or sea
Will seem so beautiful to me
As the girl in pink on the milk-white horse
Cantering over the sawdust course