The Wild Swans As the evening sky
Descends upon faded trees,
Cloaked in reflections,
The swans coordinate their fall.
To heighten shadows,
They makes way—
The sea rises in troughs
Of calmness
That change us by transcendence.

With white-enamelled wings,
The wild swans invade us, shining—
And then they leave,
Luminous in flight!

• Marianne Moore