“Bodiless and dim / He speeds with easy stride…” – The Swan by John Fletcher #swan #thekalendar

The Swan

John Gould Fletcher, 1886 – 1950

Under a wall of bronze,
Where beeches dip and trail
Their branches in the water;
With red-tipped head and wingsβ€”
A beaked ship under sailβ€”
There glides a single swan.

Under the autumn trees
He goes. The branches quiver,
Dance in the wraith-like water,
Which ripples beneath the sedge
With the slackening furrow that glides
In his wake when he is gone:
The beeches bow dark heads.

Into the windless dusk,
Where in mist great towers stand
Guarding a lonely strand,
That is bodiless and dim,
He speeds with easy stride;
And I would go beside,
Till the low brown hills divide

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