Resurgam

_{THE WILL OF THE MUTE SWAN}

 

_{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.