| By: Nicholas Stuart Gray©
 ll that lives of legendry,
Beauty, magic, mystery,
Gentleness and purity,
Dwells in me.
I no mate, no kin, have known,
None may claim me as his own;
One is one, and all alone,
It must be.
Through their weariness and woe
Men have sometimes seen me go,
Felt a wind from Eden blow
Suddenly.
Though they hunt with spear and horn,
Knowing life cannot be borne
If they have no unicorn—
I am free.
Though they kill, and weep to see
Beauty's symbol ended be—
One is one and lives in me
To eternity. |  |
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