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!
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!
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