Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By Sarah Morgan BryanPiatt673 The Watch of a Swan
I
In the sun all day, in the moon all night,
Alone by a little grave would sit
Waiting, and watching it.
And call her down with his piteous cries
Into the waters still and dim:—
With cries she would answer him.
Over the baby’s cover of grass;
Only the wind might dare to stir
The lily that watched with her.
I think it was only a swan, you know,
That for some sweet reason, wingëd and wild,
Had the love of a bird for a child.