That bright chimeric
Conceived yet never born,
Save in the poet's breast,
The white-flanked unicorn,
Never may be
From his solitude;
Never may be
In any earthly wood.
That bird forever feathered,
Of its new self the sire,
After aeons weathered,
Reincarnate by fire,
Falcon may not nor
Swerve from his eyrie,
Nor any crumb
Down to an earthly tree.
That fish of the dread
Invented to
The fable and the
Of the Lord's aquarium,
Leviathan, the
Harpoon was never
By which the Lord's
Will suffer to be caught.
Bird of the deathless breast,
Fish of the frantic fin,
That bright chimeric
Flashing the argent skin,—If beasts like these you'd harry,
Plumb then the poet's dream;
Make it your aviary,
Make it your wood and stream.
There only shall the
Be heard of the regal fish;
There like a golden
Dart the feet of the unicorn,
And there, death brought to life,
The dead bird be reborn.
