The Unicorn Leaves
Deep, deep, deep in the cool
forest, by a mirror pool,
lives the silken swift,
lives the marble gift,
with a spiral horn.
Someday you may see him pass,
as a shadow; hear the grass
bend his steps. And hush!
Watch the poolside rushes
parted by the horn.
The water bursts as if a gale
started from his golden nail,
bids them apart. Then the sounds
of horse and hounds,
and in a moment, he is gone.
~Unknown
