Sweet vocal swan, spirit of the evening river

Scrying with your spear-like eye the sullen flow,

Now on sable bank you rear, your pinnions shake

Now cast a spray of jewels, sparkling at my feet.

What is this tribute from a royal personage?

Am I a knight at nightfall, you my Queen?

Do you thus in honour dub me, raise me up

And quill my life in white, Queen of the Night?

Rod Treseder April 2006