The Unicorn

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, 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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