Pale upon the midnight stream Where waxen lilies lie, White shadows in the moonlight gleam -- Two swans are floating by. Serenely hushed and silently they go; No sorrow can deflower The cooling peace that lies as snow On this communion hour. Each folded wing from marble breast Is like a gentle sigh, So quietly they seem to rest Between the wave and sky. Upon the pathway of the lake From which they drift at last, No feather mars their virgin wake To tell perfection passed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CARELESS HEART by ISAAC ROSENBERG A LOVE LETTER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MOSS ROSE by FRIEDRICH ADOLF KRUMMACHER ON GROWING OLD by JOHN MASEFIELD THE CORAL INSECT by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 9. VISION OF THE WORLD by T. BAKER MORE WALKS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |