Hunting the Unicorn.(Poem)

 
HUNTING THE UNICORN 
 
A unicorn, milk-white, amid the furze, 
Harried by discombobulating curs. 
 
--George Crabbe 
 
   You hunt the unicorn with horns and hounds, 
   The way you hunt the hart or hunt the fox, 
   Along the pines that mark the forest's bounds 
   To where the river falls between the rocks: 
   There, at the furthest corner of your grounds, 
   Near certain neolithic burial mounds, 
   You net him in a web of soundless sounds 
   And shut ...