How to Catch Unicorns

Its cloven hoofprint on the sand
Will lead you—where?
Into a phantasmagoric land—
Beware!

There all the bright streams run up-hill.
The birds on every tree are still.
But from stocks and stones, clear voices come
That should be dumb.

If you have taken along a net,
A noose, a prod,
You’ll be waiting in the forest yet ...
Nid—nod!

In a virgin’s lap the beast slept sound,
They say ... but I—
I think (Is anyone around?)
That’s just a lie!

If you have taken a musketoon
To flinders ’twill flash ’neath the wizard moon.
So I should take browned batter-cake,
Hot-buttered inside, like foam to flake.

And I should take an easy heart
And a whimsical face,
And a tied-up lunch of sandwich and tart,
And spread a cloth in the open chase.
And then I should pretend to snore ...

And I’d hear a snort and I’d hear a roar,
The wind of a mane and a tail, and four
Wild hoofs prancing the forest-floor.

And I’d open my eyes on a flashing horn—
And see the Unicorn!

Paladins fierce and virgins sweet ...
But he’s never had anything to eat!
Knights have tramped in their iron-mong’ry ...
But nobody thought—that’s all!—he’s hungry!

Addendum

Really hungry! Good Lord deliver us,
The Unicorn is not carnivorous!