My mares

This old yearleaves me cold& what a priceI’ve paid in lifein love.My mares cometo me, a dreamthese three:with whom Ishared my lovemy hope.Neglected nowtattered coats& it’s beenfull twenty yearssince we haveshared thesefields.They stoodso pleasedto seethat I hadcome at lastas ifthey’d waitedby the gatethis long.What a priceI’ve paid forthis:for when Iwoke myheart did breakto see t’wasbut a dreammy maresall threestill waiting.