Wildest Grace



oil on canvas

June 2016


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”