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THE SWAN.

With broad soft breast, with pliant neck and long
To reach the small fish down among the reeds,
Hitherward scattering the fresh water-beads
The snowy beauty comes. O fair and strong,
Thou Laïs, queen of pleasure, with my song
I would enrich thee were it worthier,
And if it could be but the minister
Of love, that to such goddess should belong.
So I held out to her this page where lay
Some dainty fruits, and flowers, a rare bouquet;—
Whereat she smote her ample wings abroad,
Raised her black mouth from whence a bruised worm fell,
And hissed, as good deeds may be hissed in hell:
The spray fell over me upon the sod.