S for Swimmer

When I had crossed the hill at last,

And reached the water's brink,

'For once, in all my life,' thought I-

'I'll swim in water fit to drink.

'In this calm lake, so clear and pure,

which has no weeds or thorns,

I'll send a thousand small blue waves

To butt the rocks with milk-white horns.

'I'll laugh and splash till, out of breath,

my life is almost done;

and all that's left is one wild hand

above me, clutching at the Sun!'