Deep, deep, deep in the cool
Forest, by the 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
Starts from his golden nail,
Bids them apart, Then the sounds
Of the horse and hounds
And in a moment, he is gone.
The Unicorn's Pool Dreaming I wake.
Deep, deep and cool,
Fed by the no streams
The unicorn's pool
Lies quiet and clear.
Here, in the woods, past hearing,
I have seen him
Stately, silent, silken swift,
Surely the gift
Of a very good God
GOD
I had ridden so far,
So far for nothing,
I thought, But noting
A path, sun-dappled
And rippling
A golden stream into the woods,
As in a dream
I followed
How many paths
Have lead me through the woods
Warrended with houses?
But today,
Today I believe,
And believing,
Lived
To see him, silken, swift.
His head shifted
As I came near
His horn pressed thurough my breast.
And now I rest,
Here, at the pool
My blood the feeding stream,
And waking I dream.
Surely he is the gift
Of a very good God
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