| The Unicorn with the long white horn Is beautiful and wild. He gallops across the forest green So quickly that he's seldom seen Where Peacocks their blue feathers preen And strawberries grow wild. He flees the hunter and the hounds, Upon black earth his white hoof pounds, Over cold mountain streams he bounds And comes to a meadow mild; There, when he kneels to take his nap, He lays his head in a lady's lap As gently as a child. � William Jay Smith |
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| While yet the Morning Star Flamed in the sky A unicorn went mincing by, Whiter by far than blossom of the thorn: His silver horn Glittered as he danced and pranced Silver-pale in the silver-pale morn. The folk that saw him, ran away. Where he went, so gay, so fleet, Star-like lilies at his feet Flowered all day, Lilies, lilies in a throng, And the wind made for him a song: But he dared not stay Over-long! � Ella Young (1939) |
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