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Oft have you seen a swan superbly frowning, / And with proud breast his own white shadow crowning; / He slants his neck beneath the waters bright / So silently, it seems a beam of light / Come from the galaxy: anon he sports, --
With outspread wings the Naiad Zephyr courts, / Or ruffles all the surface of the lake / In striving from its crystal face to take / Some diamond water-drops, and them to treasure / In milky nest, and sip them off at leisure.