Night is over the park, and a few brave stars <br />Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold, <br />The lake bears up their reflection in broken bars <br />That seem too heavy for tremulous water to hold. <br /> <br />We watch the swans that sleep in a shadowy place, <br />And now and again one wakes and uplifts its head; <br />How still you are--your gaze is on my face-- <br />We watch the swans and never a word is said.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swans/
