martian cat:
“But calm, white calm, was born into a swan.”
martian cat:
“The swan, with arched neck Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows Her state with oary feet.”
martian cat:
“The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.”
martian cat:
“The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood.”
martian cat:
“The swan in the pool is singing, And up and down doth he steer, And, singing gently ever, Dips under the water clear.”