Swans

    Night is over the park, and a few brave stars Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold, The lake bears up their reflection¹ in broken bars That seem too heavy for tremulous water to hold.

    We watch the swans that sleep in a shadowy place, And now and again one wakes and uplifts its head； How still you are —— your gaze² is on my face —— We watch the swans and never a word is said.