Fair Is The Swan

Fair is the Swan, whose majesty, prevailing

O'er breezeless water, on Locarno's Lake,

Bears him on while proudly sailing

He leaves behind a moon-illuminated wake:

- Behold! -- as with a gushing impulse heaves

That downy prow, and softly cleaves

The mirror of the crystal flood,

Vanish inverted hill, and shadowy wood,

And pendent rocks, where'er in gliding state,

Winds the mute Creature without visible Mate

Or Rival, save the Queen of night

Showering down a silver light,

From heaven, upon her chosen Favourite!