a silver dragon rests on the dry lawn

marking the place beyond which we must go

to find those facts that each would have to know

 

simply to choose between the prince and pawn

since this bright river cannot cease its flow

a silver dragon rests on the bright lawn

 

catching each colour as night turns to dawn

though every movement of the foot is slow

yet steady hand will need to make the throw

a silver dragon rests on the dry lawn