| The Unicorn Leaves Deep, deep, deep in the cool Forest, by a mirror pool, Lives the silken swift, Lives the marble gift With a spiral horn. Someday you may see him pass As a shadow, hear the grass Bend his steps. And hush! Watch the poolside rushes Parted by the horn. The water bursts as if a gale Started from his golden nail, Bids them part. Then the sounds Of horse and hounds, And in a moment, he is gone. By:Jane Yolen |
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