NO SWAN SO FINE - Henry Lawson Poems

 
 

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NO SWAN SO FINE
"No water so still as the
  dead fountains of Versailles." No swan,
with swart blind look askance
and gondoliering legs, so fine
  as the chintz china one with fawn-
brown eyes and toothed gold
collar on to show whose bird it was.

Lodged in the Louis Fifteenth
  candelabrum-tree of cockscomb-
tinted buttons, dahlias,
sea urchins, and everlastings,
  it perches on the branching foam
of polished sculptured
flowers - at ease and tall. The king is dead.

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