The horse i rode my chin held

The Horse I Rode-
My Chin Held High-
To Yonder Mountain Realm,
No Mother Lode
No Path I-‘ve Toed-
Leaves Me So
Overwhelmed.
For I-‘ve Seen You
And I-‘ve Heard You-
Your Tinny Tender Voice,
And No Ethereal
Mount-
Nor Celestial Fount-
Leaves Me A Better
Choice.
Though Skies Turn
Rouge
With Singed Sought
Thoughts
And Oceans Turn Away,
If I Be Fool-
And Just A Fop-
Please Tell Me
Yesterday