Song of Swans

Within the shadows ye lay and quietly await my approach hither,
No sooner than thy black wings that surround complexion ye,
There through the forest that glistens from rain come forth,
Across the lake there remains a shadow in my light at me hence,
There I shall look behind and behold from my white one contrary;
A swan of all the pitched dark; of all the feathers none the darker,
Within her eyes a star that glows; a subtle feather so white glares,
Thus brings me towards her, my white of light shall bring her here, Read More