Slender, swimming, silent swan! <br />How gracefully you glide along! <br />Your coat of white, purer than snow; <br />You see, with lofty eyes, to grow <br />Ducklings and fowl that squawk and screech; <br />How different you are from each <br />Of them; how beautiful and quiet, <br />Indifferent to their childish riot! <br />Peaceful and noiseless and relax'd, <br />To full and mighty splendour wax'd; <br />We see you, glorious, today, <br />But know you soon must swim away. <br /> <br />(Wednesday,15th February,2006.)<br /><br />David Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-swan-3/
