AND over the pond are sailing Two swans all white as snow; Sweet voices mysteriously wailing Pierce through me as onward they go. They sail along, and a ringing Sweet melody rises on high, And when the swans begin singing, They presently must die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW by JAMES GALVIN THE MAN WITH THE WOODEN LEG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD GALAHAD IN THE CASTLE OF THE MAIDENS by SARA TEASDALE OUR GOOD PRESIDENT by PHOEBE CARY SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 3 by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS THE ROSE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI POLYHYMNIA: THE YOUTH IN THE BOAT (FRAGMENT) by WILLIAM BASSE |