Swans are sailing
Holding court
Over calm surfaces
Their carriages
Of regal bearing
Pipes of Pan are playing
Too loud
For me to hear
What lovely swans
Are saying
I don't walk on water
Could drown
With none to hear
But won't believe
These sudden fears
Or need to fight
(Without challenger)
Of flight
(Without feather)
So do nothing dear
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