i saw that someome had found a e.e. cummings poem that had begun
with "after all white horses are in bed" so i looked through my collection
of e.e. cummings' books and found this:

after all white horses are in bed

will you walking beside me, my very lady,
if scarcely the somewhat city
wiggles is considereable twilight

touch (now) with a suddenly unsaid

gesture lightly my eyes?
And send life out of me and the night
absolutly into me....a wise
and puerile moving of your arm will
do suddenly that

                will do
more than heroes beautifully in shrill
armour colliding on huge blue horses,
and the poets looked at them, and made verses,

through the sharp light cryingly as the knights flew.