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ON SEEING A SINGLE SWAN ON THE BANKS OF THE AVON. |
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ON SEEING A SINGLE SWAN ON THE BANKS OF THE AVON.
Thou art the only Swan I see,On silver Avon's tide:
Sweet Avon, ever may thy stream
In peaceful current glide!
For gentle Shakespeare's youthful feet,
Beside thee frolic rov'd—
Sweet Shakespeare, Avon's single swan,
By every muse belov'd.
Swim on, thou solitary swan,
Sweet Shakespeare's emblem be,
Nor hope to find on Avon's stream,
A silver swan like thee!
But Nature, with exulting pride,
Assumes an higher tone;
“No river boasts, I hear her say,
“A poet like my own.
“Yet, Avon, with his rustic urn,
“Must e'er most favour'd be;
“For, thence he drank, the eldest child
“Of Fancy, and of me.
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