Leda and Her Swan
Play me a tune and I’ll sing to you a song
Of a maiden named Leda and lover swan.
It’s old and the music should be something sweet
To retell this sad tale of just how they meet.
Near a glen past a meadow up by a lake
In earliest dawn before all were awake.
A soft gentle morn that began with a maid,
Who’d gotten up early to walk and then wade.
The waters were scented, the trees bowed their leaves
To harbor a young man whose heart it did grieve.
It seems he had no one and was quite alone
But his tears never flowed, his heart was of stone.
He ducked out of sight when the maiden stepped near
Caught his breath by beauty, his heart he could hear.
She undid her garment and started to play
Then his heart melted, what a wondrous day.
The maiden she spied him and dipped to her chin.
For to watch a maiden was surely a sin.
“Who are you?” He pleaded and pledged well his soul
To follow forever, this was his new goal.
“Leda the maiden,” did she reply she in fright,
She struggled to maintain with all of her might.
Her foot caught a branch in the watery deep
Her cries brought the young man to launch with a leap
Tore at the roots and grasses that held her
She kicked him thinking that he was a cur.
At once she was loosened and bounded to shore
But the man who had saved her, he was no more.
His body did slowly float up to her side
No more would she swim there, no more could she hide.
‘Twas her fault she cried to the Gods in the sky.
“Please save him that saved me, please don’t let him die.”
The Gods that had witnessed felt pain for her heart
They decided to save him, but just in part.
They changed the young man to a graceful white swan
A bird he could be but the man truly gone.
She knelt by the swan and she cried with a joy
Forever she’d love him be he bird or boy.
She pledged with a tear that this would be her fate
For Leda to have this white swan as her mate.
The story is sad, but its meaning is clear,
Be careful your pledges, for life is so dear.