Classic Poem

" Now tell me, my merry woodman,
Why standest so aghast? "
" My lord! — 't was a beautiful creature
That hath but just gone past! "

" A creature — what kind of a creature? "
" Nay now, but I do not know! "
" Humph — what did it make you think of? "
" The sunshine on the snow. "

" I shall overtake my horse then: "
The woodman opened his eye: —
The gold fell all around him,
And a rainbow spanned the sky.