What delight
To back the flying steed, that challenges
The wind for speed! – seems native more of air
Than earth! – whose burden only lends him fire! –
Whose soul, in his task, turns labour into sport;
Who makes your pastime his!  I sit him now!
He takes away my breath!  He makes me reel!
I touch not earth – I see not – hear not.  All
Is ecstasy of motion!
~James Sheridan Knowles, The Love-Chasever.etxt