Unicorn In Flight
    He crashes through the diamond-rimm‚d streams,
    And runs along the golden borders of dreams.
    Tossing his head proudly, flirting his tail,
    White as the cloud-ships that majestically sail,
    He runs and he flees, 'mid alicorn gleams.

    Behind him, darkness; ahead of him, light,
    Flashing and splashing and spinning in flight,
    Leading him on through the grassy green dells
    Where in gentlest summer the pegasus dwells.
    Chasing the dawn until the ending of night.

    The ground beneath his hooves rises greenly.
    He lowers his head; his shape runs leanly
    Through trees as soft as the dawn of the world,
    When light and darkness first together were hurled.
    His glance ahead races, searching most keenly

    For the place at which his head must bow and bend,
    His horn sway forward like a leaf in the wind,
    His legs bunch themselves, and throw him afar
    Into the air like a white-gleaming star,
    Over a canyon; he cannot see the end.

    Shining in the air like a breeze to the sight
    Suddenly made visible, from day to night
    He passes, and his hooves thunder anew
    On grass still a darkling, stark shade of blue,
    Under stars, and moon, and the world's soft light.

    He slows, and there pauses, in a glade by trees
    Hemmed round, surrounded by tossing green seas.
    Truly blazing like a star with unclouded light,
    Yet a creature of dreams and the whispers of night,
    He neighs; it is the sound that the heart frees.