Resurgam

THE WILL OF THE MUTE SWAN

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Upwards my gaze watches the night,

The still white clouds that spring to life,

With drowning breath my dying quest,

To join that heavenly herd in rest.

My busking chariot’s charging might

Climbs the air in ghostly flight.

I leave no estate, possessions nil

My death is left to Nature’s will

To the waters my body committed

A fiery foxes hunger remitted

To the earth my bones lie battered

To the winds my feathers scattered

And to the young man who picked but one

From that quill my soul lives on……

 

by the swanman.