Wonder
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If you had never seen a swan before
And suddenly one glided into view,
That instant would be like an open door
To white and winged epiphany. The true
Might instantly become more utter. Wings
And white breast settling on the wider flow
Of Thames might bring more focus to those things
Of mere reality we seldom know.
Then when the glide continued there above
The eddied surface of the river, like
A vision from the gods, the gods of love,
The swan would be unconscious of the pike
..Below about to lunge up, toothed and stark,
….To clamp and drag the beauty down to dark.
