The unicorns have flown away
and I am left alone
I walk where they have trod and think
upon what I have known.

The day grows cold; I take a cloak
to chase away the chill
with nothing left but to come, go
to where and when I will.

They came to me when I was young
and took me to their lands
Alas! I cry, for joy is fled;
I look on aged hands.

Without a home, I wander there
and here, I go and come.
And yet in dreams they live and I
can go where they are from.