Poem by Sara Teasdale

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 reflection 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 gaze is on my face--
   We watch the swans and never a word is said.

1. The Ghost
2. The River
3. Child, Child
4. The Song for Colin
5. I Shall Not Care

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