My Swan

  You see her radiance as we write
  She cares not for down of white
  The name i feel if she would give
  Is only what she needs to live
  
  No brush, or words, to make her art
  What cares she that we take part
  Such tender neck and circle round
  Once a sight, what need for sound 

  Her regal head will rise above
  This art hers, mine to love