Does anyone know who composed this lovely little
poem ?
We are the wild swans, hear us far flying,
Over dark water and under dark sky,
Brother to brother, replying, replying.
We are the Kings, and as trumpets our cry,
We are no mendicant mutes of the lakeside,
We are the wild ones who sound as we fly.
Regards, Ann.
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