the end of galloping!

three-beat gait three-beat gait
not a single pulse of time to wait
faster,faster than a canter,
he cantered up to the free air.
all four feet are off the ground
three-four clear hearts sound
like the free murmur of mind
each stride is a go to bound.

a fast running motion,turns our heart
for the moonshine,like a moon haunt
yes we are to sun-beam,moon-beam;
in a swift,we saw it was a dream
forced us trot to our own trait,
at length every galloping fret