Here you will find the Poem Suppose of poet Walter de la Mare
Suppose ... and suppose that a wild little Horse of Magic Came cantering out of the sky, With bridle of silver, and into the saddle I mounted, To fly ? and to fly; And we stretched up into the air, fleeting on in the sunshine, A speck in the gleam, On galloping hoofs, his mane in the wind out-flowing, In a shadowy stream; And oh, when, all lone, the gentle star of evening Came crinkling into the blue, A magical castle we saw in the air, like a cloud of moonlight, As onward we flew; And across the green moat on the drawbridge we foamed and we snorted, And there was a beautiful Queen Who smiled at me strangely; and spoke to my wild little Horse, too ? A lovely and beautiful Queen; And she cried with delight ? and delight ? to her delicate maidens, 'Behold my daughter ? my dear!' And they crowned me with flowers, and then to their harps sate playing, Solemn and clear; And magical cakes and goblets were spread on the table; And at window the birds came in; Hopping along with bright eyes, pecking crumbs from the platters, And sipped of the wine; And splashing up ? up to the roof tossed fountains of crystal; And Princes in scarlet and green Shot with their bows and arrows, and kneeled with their dishes Of fruits for the Queen; And we walked in a magical garden with rivers and bowers, And my bed was of ivory and gold; And the Queen breathed soft in my ear a song of enchantment ? And I never grew old.... And I never, never came back to the earth, oh, never and never; How mother would cry and cry! There'd be snow on the fields then, and all these sweet flowers in the winter Would wither, and die.... Suppose ... and suppose .