Oh - my regrets How they pale and die Like crippled white creatures Left behind the chariot Dissolving where they fell Did you ever see such power Black horses running, foaming Blasting along the path Away from the questions That should never have been asked Did you ever see such force Their master; Flaring eyes Maddened quest Yet, mind at ease Oh, my regrets How pathetic a quest They are aiming at a target That is long ago washed away By the change of day Did you ever see such pride In the raised shoulders of one He throws a short glance - at his past - But look; he holds his horses back Just in time to throw his Carriage on to another path He races towards the mountains Where the paths are narrow and steep The creatures try to follow But the road has narrowed in Then with deadly precession His whip scorch their greedy, grasping hands And forever they fall Oh, my regrets Their memory will vanish with me Like crippled white creatures Left behind the chariot Dissolving where they fell