The Rider by John Cowper Powys

On the horses of desire
Over the tossing trees
I have hunted the Pillar of Fire
To his inmost fastnesses.

On the eagles of despair
Where the thunders meet,
I have hunted the Powers of the Air
To their last retreat.

Over chasm and over crag
On the horned moon riding,
I have hunted the night-hag
To her furthest hiding.

On the lions of exultation
I ride to my doom!
No tears of human desolation
Shall find my tomb.