The Black Swans 



as could be seen on every hand a few 

 years since. We are living a little more 

 now for others, and not quite so much 

 for our own selves. I know a marsh 

 not far away were snow-white lilies 

 have found their way to the surface 

 from forbidding murky depths. There 

 is good of some kind, it is said, in 

 everything, even war; only sometimes, 

 try as we may, we have real trouble 

 finding it. 



