Hardly even touching Mantle of white snow, Argent Horse is skirring Through the sylvan road. Striking silver sparkles Turning into stars, Hieing towards moonlight, Cutting path through dark. Streams of brilliant snowflakes Company its way, Trees with crystal branches Farewell its short stay. Blessed who’s ever seen it, Let flash it through the heart, Heard this mystic allure Dazzling mind apart. Soon the moonlight gateway Will vanish in the night, Giving road to Racer, Hiding precious light. The Horse will disappear, The Gateway… and the Road… And only Moon will guide us To lusted fulgent vault. Hardly even touching Mantle of white snow, Argent Horse is skirring Through the sylvan road… | 
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