Here sits the Unicorn; Head in a collar cased, Like a girdle laced Round a maiden's waist, Broidered and buckled wide, Carelessly tied. He could slip his head From the jewelled noose So lightly tied- If he tried, As a maid could loose The belt from her side; He could slip the bond So lightly tied- If he tried. In captivity, Flank, hoofs, and mane- Yet look again- His horn is free, Rising above Chain, fence, and tree, Free hymn of love; His horn Bursts from the tranquil brow, Like a comet born: Cleaves like a galley's prow Into seas untorn; Springs like a lily, white From the earth below; Spirals, a bird in flight To a longed-for height; Or a fountain bright, Spurting to light Of early morn- O luminous horn. Anne Morrow Young vibrant seeks new les in love from a forbidden unicorn. Artistic,love a good roleplay, and very switch. Best of both worlds.