Love Poem: White Swan Black Swan
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Written by: Keith O.J. Hunt

White Swan Black Swan

Sleepeth thou darkling,

   fade....

How privy thy existence  made,

   to shade the feathered extremity

   thy plumage gave;

   a kiss unto pools sleeping

   white at noon....

   neath bowers in waking rain,

   through arbors, dripping and brawn


The black swan returns again,

   ('tis no shame to love him so)

   Seeker of the serfs;

   with slow power he fends her,

   such flight to beating wing,

   to dawn never ending

   (seizing watery throne)


Thou art royal among the waters

   and scarlet skies make pink

   thy billowed white hues;

Little boats of lovers sigh

   your white-spirit near

How good omen fosters good cheer ----

How blessed they feel your presence

   here,

   grace upon the gentle waves


There is black among the pond,

   sable Lord from Melbourne;

   his speech unruly and red,

Likened his beak with surly scarlet 

   throngs,

   how honest his nature bequeathed 

   (how darkling his arbors met)

   floating in the nestles, watching

   with spring-fed breeze


And she to him, a Queen of fair hope:

   " Shall I call thee white love? "

   said he  



Keith O.J. Hunt (C) 2014