I READ somewhere that a swan, snow-white, In the sun all day, in the moon all night, Alone by a little grave would sit Waiting, and watching it. Up out of the lake her mate would rise, And call her down with his piteous cries Into the waters still and dim: -- With cries she would answer him. Hardly a shadow would she let pass Over the baby's cover of grass; Only the wind might dare to stir The lily that watched with her. Do I think that the swan was an angel? Oh, I think it was only a swan, you know, That for some sweet reason, winged and wild, Had the love of a bird for a child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE FLAT-HUNTER'S WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE WATER CROWVOOT by WILLIAM BARNES SONNET: 20 by RICHARD BARNFIELD LETTER TO B.W. PROCTOR, ESQ., FROM OXFORD; MAY, 1825 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A ROSE by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN REFLECTIONS ON MY OWN SITUATION, WRITTEN IN T-TT-NGST-NE HOUSE by ANN CANDLER |