I know a bridge, a mystic bridge,
That crossed a mystic stream,
And mystic swans beneath do swim,
As in a mystic dream.
A child, I stood upon that bridge
For hours until I’d
Watched the mystic water flow
Beneath me, with the tide,
O see? A row of cygnets swim,
Bravely keeping pace
With two great snow white parents,
As ‘gainst the tide they race.
And many years had passed before
I stood there as a man,
And Lo! The mystic swans still swim
Beneath that mystic span!
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