Whiter than the swan on a lake
Whiter than the gull of the stream
Whiter than snow on the high-peak.
Like a wave of the sea from ebb to flood
Slender as the tall-birch, blowing…
Of a shape-sweet as full bodied clover, bobbing…
Of a colour-fair as summer’s bright morn, glowing…
Your presence, the dawning glory of the land.
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