Proud, indifferent, slow, they have fled, they have flown away, <br />The peacocks white as snow, lest weariness awake; <br />I see the birds of snow, the white birds of To-day, <br />The birds that fly away before my slumber break; <br />Proud, indifferent, slow, the white birds of To-day, <br />Winning with indolent flight the shores of the sunless lake; <br />The birds of listless thought, I hear them on their way, <br />Indolently waiting for the sunless day to break.<br /><br />Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-birds-2/
