The Swan

Along streets are many shadows’ wishes,
 Shop window offers, all dustily wrought.
When in humble leisure die anguishes,
 Then I waft far in meditative thought.
Behold the white swan, simplicity fair!
 My feet are in water, thriftily gay.
What worldly fashions to her can compare?
 Our Lord delved this spring-pond a blessed day.
On its crystal clear waters, hearts will sway.
 The swan’s arching, white neck is richly bare.
God clothed her with such – such wondrous, light care.
 Return I must, and in doing so pray:

Holy One, keep us from luxury’s store
 To thrive, yes, on holy poverty’s shore.