The Swan Unbelled

Within the budding meadow is a pond;
Upon that pond a lonely swan now swims;
Within that swan a heart has struck a bond
Within a memory that never dims.
Into the budding meadow walks a girl;
She sees the swan, and he sees her as well;
Around her neck he sees a tiny pearl;
From round his heart she hears a little bell.
A pearl that shines its light into the swan –
A bell that rings the little girl awake –
The light and sound play gaily with the dawn;
The morning sun shines softly on their ache,
Which even now the two have left behind;
The swan flies off and takes her happy mind.