on a great horse of gold

into the silver dawn.



four lean hounds crouched low and smiling

the merry deer ran before.



Fleeter be they than dappled dreams

the swift sweet deer

the red rare deer.



Four red roebuck at a white water

the cruel bugle sang before.



Horn at hip went my love riding

riding the echo down

into the silver dawn.



four lean hounds crouched low and smiling

the level meadows ran before.



Softer be they than slippered sleep

the lean lithe deer

the fleet flown deer.



Four fleet does at a gold valley

the famished arrow sang before.



Bow at belt went my love riding

riding the mountain down

into the silver dawn.



four lean hounds crouched low and smiling

the sheer peaks ran before.



Paler be they than daunting death

the sleek slim deer

the tall tense deer.



Four tell stags at a green mountain

the lucky hunter sang before.



All in green went my love riding

on a great horse of gold

into the silver dawn.



four lean hounds crouched low and smiling

my heart fell dead before.