Unreal Beauty
    There was something in the way
    A silver pegasus flew today
    In morning's first splendor.
    She cleaved the dawn
    And, after a moment, was gone,
    With a flutter of wings and gray legs slender.

    I was standing on the ground, and looked
    Up a shimmering, shining brook,
    To see her flying.
    Silver-eyed, with hoofs of brass,
    She drifted, golden-winged, above the grass.
    She seemed to be trying

    To proclaim, that queen of mammals,
    That not all animals
    Were things we normally saw.
    But, after all, who cares?
    It was wonderful to see a pegasus in the air,
    In defiance of Man's reality laws.