This is for Jane’s A Month with Yeats Challenge—Day 4
“…till the morning break
And the white hush end all but the loud beat
Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.” W.B. Yeats
Under the bright moon’s glimmering gleam
she went to meet her love.
The world was hushed, so much unseen,
yet the moon hummed above.
She hurried forth in shadowed light,
the journey was so far
and then she saw a wondrous sight
under the shining stars.
She saw a swan of snowy white
beside a silvered spring.
Somehow, she knew it was all right
to rest there in his wings.
His long wings flashed and loudly beat,
her arms around him tight.
It was her love she did here meet
under the moon’s sweet light
He took her far till morning broke
in rosy pink and red
though he’d been silent, now he spoke
I feared that you were dead.
For it was you, the king desired
so tried to murder me
but before I thus expired
to a swan, she turned me
The goddess of love, for to our plight
wept and took pity so
and now, look here in morning light–
my form returns, a human knight,
and we to a new kingdom go.