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Wednesday, 6 January 2021

The Swan and the Poet by Edward James Mortimer Collins

A Swan on Thames was gliding slow,
While the heron fished and the swallow dipped
And the willow-wands were emerald tipped;
And deep in his heart was longing to know
What was his second self below:
‘”Tis as white as I, and it swims like me —
Which, which can the real one be? ”

A Poet looked on his hero who
Made a stir in the world with wooing and fight,
Was the soul of war and the Court’s delight.
Kissed red lips and a keen sword drew;
And the Poet thought, ” I wish I knew
Whether this is another form of me,
Whether this I have been or this shall be.”

From: Collins, Mortimer and Cotton, F. Percy (ed.), Selections from the Poetical Works of Mortimer Collins, 1886, Richard Bentley & Son: London, p. 49.
(https://archive.org/details/cu31924013466051/)

Date: 1874

By: Edward James Mortimer Collins (1827-1876)