High on the dunes On a silvery night There came to the Tors a peculiar sight And the winds played the reeds by the riverside. As over the Dunes the Moon did ride
The winds round the Rocks did wildly mourn! The Sands and the Winds And the Moon did form Into the shape of a Pale White Horse Galloping galloping on!
Its hooves were black as the twisted rocks! The Moonlight shone on Moonlight locks! It whinnied a cry like the howling Winds! Galloping galloping on!
It galloped till the Morning came. Then the Dunes were just the same The salt reeds sang to the Ocean's roar! The Sands lay quiet, washed anew,
Sparkling in the Morning's Dew. The hooves were but a rocky Tor. And The Beach was calm as it was before. The only sight of Living things Was the flash of Seagull's wings
And their loud and laughing cry And last night's Wind's dying sigh.! But never go out on the Dunes at Night! When the Tors are dark; And the Sea glows bright
From the old Moon's rays! Then the Wild Wind mourns, The Sands are stirred, And the Phantom forms!!