Between the woods the afternoon <br />Its fallen in a golden swoon, <br />The sun looks down from quiet skies <br />To where a quiet water lies, <br />And silent trees stoop down to the trees. <br />And there I saw a white swan make <br />Another white swan in the lake; <br />And, breast to breast, both motionless, <br />They waited for the wind's caress. . . <br />And all the water was at ease.<br /><br />Alan Alexander Milne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mirror-64/
