The swan in her power and her pride
passes by on the top of the tide
on a clear, calm and starstippled night.
and as she rides, silent and white,
her head, in a long lissom arc,
dips low to that sorcerous dark mirror,
the untroubled tide.
The swan in her power and her pride
pecks once at a tremulous flame
and somewhere a sun with no name
is swallowed and lost to the sky
and the swan in her power passes by.
passes by on the top of the tide
on a clear, calm and starstippled night.
and as she rides, silent and white,
her head, in a long lissom arc,
dips low to that sorcerous dark mirror,
the untroubled tide.
The swan in her power and her pride
pecks once at a tremulous flame
and somewhere a sun with no name
is swallowed and lost to the sky
and the swan in her power passes by.
Tomorrow: Going Aground.
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