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.