Ode to Thou, who is carried by Swan

If Thou art that Goddess of myth
Who hath been carried by the Swan
Thou wilt I forever just keep
In my heart, like the birth of a dawn,

For in thee I find all my mirth
In thee , I get through words , my birth,
Every moment , every single day of a year
In thee I music find soft and clear,
They tell me to allude thee to my writes
They tell me to find in thee my delight,
And I go on writing to thy praise,
Months, years and unforgettable days,

Thou hath given me wonders to grasp
Thou hath given me to fill time's lapse,
Lotus in hand whence thou I see
I find the most beautiful me,
For verses then come spontaneous
Finding thee oft brings me to tears,
Happy and the most blessed kind,
How for thee I write lines after lines,

And that just keeps on going forever
As I row through life's sacred river.