Mud Puddle is perhaps the fastest,
Built for hills, and herds, and work.
But Thistledown is sweetest-tempered,
All fond fur and waving tail.
And Primrose is the most rag-taggle:
Startled ears and hopping gait.
I see them on an airy ridge
The wind is blowing through their coats.
I see them poised to gallop down
The deep green swale, the great wide lawns.
They'll be glad to see you come;
They're very good with welcomings.
Give them each a kiss from me,
And keep them company for now.
You'll do it, won't you? Just until
I join you, sometime, later on.