Music Within a Mirror

The lake, a silver mirror in a frame of green; The swans on it but white fancies in a whiter dream.

The enchanted bowl of blue below the rim, But a goblet with liquid diamonds, filled to the brim.

White within white, a song in a sea, Painted within a mirror, green hill and tree.

Moveless music, without murmur or moan; Swan-made curves, its tune, its measure, and tone.