Feelings and Reflections (A Lone Swan Comes from the Sea)

Feelings and Reflections (A Lone Swan Comes from the Sea)

A lone swan comes from across the sea,

And dares not linger by the marshy pool.

I see a pair of kingfishers perched aside,

Nesting in the jeweled three-pearl tree.

Soaring high atop the precious wood,

Have they no fear of the golden pellet?

Those in fine dress are targets of men's spite;

Those too exalted draw the wrath of heaven.

Now I roam in the boundless, hidden deep—

What could the fowler ever hope to seize?