oil on canvas
Fairytales and Folklore Collection
His burning lair doth largely press -
Gaze fixt - and feeding on the wind?
His fell is of the desert dye,
And tissue adust, dun-yellow and dry,
Compact of living sands; his eye
Black luminary, soft and mild,
With its dark luster cools the wild;
From his stately forehead springs
Piercing to heaven, a radiant horn, -
Lo! the compeer of lion-kings!
The steed self-armed, the Unicorn!
-George Darley, “The Unicorn”