David Mitchell - The Swan

Slender, swimming, silent swan!
How gracefully you glide along!
Your coat of white, purer than snow;
You see, with lofty eyes, to grow
Ducklings and fowl that squawk and screech;
How different you are from each
Of them; how beautiful and quiet,
Indifferent to their childish riot!
Peaceful and noiseless and relax'd,
To full and mighty splendour wax'd;
We see you, glorious, today,
But know you soon must swim away.

(Wednesday,15th February,2006.)

David Mitchell

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