Sonnet For a White Swan

She befriended me, I so lacking in grace,

Though out of her watery field she too, ungainly

Mounted the dew-covered hill to receive my embrace.

Approaching with snow-white breast bared willingly,

Muttering low her sounds of deep content,

As I held her close and ever so lightly stroked

Her long and lithesome shape with her consent.

A godlike dispensation here evoked,

A joy forever in the heart enshrined,

Beyond all words this investiture of love,

An eternal moment's harmony entwined,

Blessed by some winged archetype above.

Transcendent was the honour of this day,

A mystic gift that in my soul shall stay.