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Tattered clothes all fluttering Worn out voice still muttering Ragged John come knocking At all the doors in town. And when a door swings open Then you can hear the hope in The thin, cracked voice that wonders If you've seen his unicorn. And we all know John is crazy And his mind has gone all hazy And the only thing we really wish Is that he just would let us be. But John, he keeps on questing And the poor man knows no resting For there's something hurt within him. And the pain won't go away. I've heard when John was younger He was taken with a hunger To see the white-horned wonder They call the unicorn. But when that star-horned moon-maned dancer Finally called, John could not answer; Fear held him like a prisoner, And he watched it walked away. So now empty-eyed John hobbles Across the village cobbles, And the only fear he feels is It will never come again. Oh, when I watch old Ragged John Go staggering by and wandering on, I know there's nothing sadder Than a heart that feared its dreams. If a unicorn should call to you Some moon-mad night all washed in dew, Then here's the prayer to whisper: Grant me the heart to follow. By: Beatrice Farrington©

Run, Starhorn Carry fire leaping from your starhorn

Pierce worlds Cleft suns Tangle clouds Shatter time      With your flaming starhorn Bring a wish, a maiden's wish      Head in lap      Eyes soft            Starhorn. By: Shirley Murphy© (1987)

This entire poem includes a series of images--the unicorn, the dove and the fish--all referring to the Trinity. Auden concludes by addressing Christ as the unicorn:

The Unicorn with the long white horn Is beautiful and wild. He gallops across the forest green So quickly that he's seldom seen Where Peacocks their blue feathers preen And strawberries grow wild. He flees the hunter and the hounds, Upon black earth his white hoof pounds, Over cold mountain streams he bounds And comes to a meadow mild;   There, when he kneels to take his nap, He lays his head in a lady's lap As gently as a child. By: William Jay Smith© (1957)

Then suddenly,
white with hooves of silver
and graceful horn of pearl,
stood before her
the proud rebellious unicorn.

The glorious thing about him
was not his horn, but his eyes,
which were so sorrowful, lonely,
gently and nobly tragic,
that they killed all other emotions
except love.

By: Author Unknown

"Cobalt and umber and ultramarine,
Ivory black and emerald green—
What shall I paint to give pleasure to you?"
"Paint for me somebody utterly new."

"I have painted you tigers in crimson and white."
"The colors were good and you painted aright."
"I have painted the cook and a camel in blue
And a panther in purple." "You painted them true.

Now mix me a color that nobody knows,
And paint me a country where nobody goes,
And put in it people a little like you,
Watching a unicorn drinking the dew."

By: E. V. Rieu© (1962)

By: Ranier Maria Rilke
(© New Directions Publishing Corp)

By: Ann Santinho©

The sky was low, the sounding rain was falling dense and dark,
And Noah's sons were standing at the window of the Ark.
The beasts were in, but Japhet said "I see one creature more
Belated and unmated there comes knocking at the door."
"Well, let him knock, or let him drown" said Ham, "or learn to swim;
We're overcrowded as it is. We've got no room for him."

"And yet it knocks. How terribly it knocks," said Shem. "Its feet
Are hard as horns. And O, the air from it is sweet."
"Now hush!" said Ham, "You'll waken Dad, and once he comes to see
What's at the door, it's sure to mean more work for you and me."
Noah's voice came roaring from the darkness down below:
"Some animal is knocking. Let it in before we go."

Ham shouted back (and savagely he nudged the other two).
"That's only Japhet knocking down a bradnail in his shoe."
Said Noah, "Boys, I hear a noise that's like a horse's hoof."
Said Ham, "Why, that's the dreadful rain that drums upon the roof."
Noah tumbled up on deck, and out he puts his head.
His face grew white, his knees were loosed, he tore his beard and said,

"Look, look! It would not wait. It turns away. It takes its flight.
Fine work you've made of it, my sons, between you all tonight.
O noble and unmated beast, my sons were all unkind.
In such a night, what stable and what manger will you find.
O golden hoofs, O cataracts of mane, O nostrils wide
With high disdain, and O the neck wave-arched, the lovely pride!

"O long shall be the furrows ploughed upon the hearts of men
Before it comes to stable and to manger once again.
And dark and crooked all the roads in which our race will walk,
And shriveled all their manhood like a flower on broken stalk.
Now all the world, O Ham, may curse the hour that you were born;
Because of you, the Ark must sail without the Unicorn."
 

By:  Author Unknown

If deep in your heart, you truly believe,
a sight you then will behold,
of a creature of brilliance who bares a gold horn,
is how the story's told.

Many a man a horse they shall see
standing straight in front of them.
They have closed eyes of non-faith,
and pursued a life of pure sin.

They canter amongst fields made of green,
drinking the water from the lake.
When I close my eyes and dreams bring me here,
it's then that I pray not to wake.

Their beauty for years has mesmerized me,
perfection with them at it's best.
When God created the Unicorn's soul,
he truly out did all the rest.

Nothing has ever come close in it's tries,
to grace this fine world we call ours.
All the princesses living in enchanted lands,
stare down at them from their high above towers.

I thank God each day that my eyes can behold,
a vision that most will not see.
They roam my world built on fantasy,
where there I shall let them roam free.

By: Sharon McCabe©