Frank Stewart Flint - Four Poems in Unrhymed Cadence - III. lyrics

Under the lily shadow and the gold and the blue and the mauve that the whin and the lilac pour down upon the water, the fishes quiver. Over the green cold leaves and the rippled silver and the tarnished copper of its neck and beak, toward the deep black water beneath the arches, the swan floats slowly. Into the dark of the arch the swan floats and the black depth of my sorrow bears a white rose of flame.