Serene, its circuit of the pond,
a single swan at break of day
did glide among the lily pads
that framed a path with pink bouquet.

This creature curvilinear,
serene, its circuit of the pond,
seemed in its flowing gracefulness
a consequence of fairy's wand.

In spellbound captivation's hold,
I watched beguiled without a word,
serene, its circuit of the pond,
this undefiled and regal bird.

A minstrel might have raised his voice
in hopes to such a sight respond,
but I in silence watched the swan,
serene, its circuit of the pond.