It would brighten a heart worn out with time,
or spent, or faint, or filled with pain
or the withered, the sour, without wealth or means—
to gaze for a while across the woods
at the shoals of ducks on the cloudless bay
and a swan between them, sailing with them,
at fishes jumping on high for joy,
the flash of a stripe-bellied glittering perch,
the hue of the lake, the blue of the waves
heavy and strong as they rumble in.

taken from the 'Midnight Court' by Brian Merriman