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 part. Then the sounds
Of horse and hounds,
And in a moment, he is gone.
-Jane Yolen

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