Senlin, A Biography: Part 01: His Dark Origins - 03

It is evening, Senlin says, and in the evening,     By a silent shore, by a far distant sea,     White unicorns come gravely down to the water.     In the lilac dusk they come, they are white and stately,     Stars hang over the purple waveless sea;     A sea on which no sail was ever lifted,     Where a human voice was never heard.     The shadows of vague hills are dark on the water,     The silent stars seem silently to sing.     And gravely come white unicorns down to the water,     One by one they come and drink their fill;     And daisies burn like stars on the darkened hill.     It is evening Senlin says, and in the evening     The leaves on the trees, abandoned by the light,     Look to the earth, and whisper, and are still.     The bat with horned wings, tumbling through the darkness,     Breaks the web, and the spider falls to the ground.     The starry dewdrop gathers upon the oakleaf,     Clings to the edge, and falls without a sound.     Do maidens spread their white palms to the starlight     And walk three steps to the east and clearly sing?     Do dewdrops fall like a shower of stars from willows?     Has the small moon a ghostly ring? . . .     White skeletons dance on the moonlit grass,     Singing maidens are buried in deep graves,     The stars hang over a sea like polished glass . . .     And solemnly one by one in the darkness there     Neighing far off on the haunted air     White unicorns come gravely down to the water.     No silver bells are heard. The westering moon     Lights the pale floors of caverns by the sea.     Wet weed hangs on the rock. In shimmering pools     Left on the rocks by the receding sea     Starfish slowly turn their white and brown     Or writhe on the naked rocks and drown.     Do sea-girls haunt these caves, do we hear faint singing?     Do we hear from under the sea a faint bell ringing?     Was that a white hand lifted among the bubbles     And fallen softly back?     No, these shores and caverns are all silent,     Dead in the moonlight; only, far above,     On the smooth contours of these headlands,     White amid the eternal black,     One by one in the moonlight there     Neighing far off on the haunted air     The unicorns come down to the sea.