This piece of writing is not meant to have a sense of irony, but one of a lifted mood or sprit, where everything else feels hopeless and youv'e lost all hope of recognising why, or how, or when (maybe just a glance of when) evil they are. These so called human beings around you. How behind them you are ain the times. ow they control our brains, bodies, and even pregnancies.


the idea of stillness as an illusion metaphoricaly demonstrates the swans apparantley non-being, as they are described only as ideas.
This question therefore arises, where do we seek solace from illusions?
When  the first stanza explains that the song she's heard so many times, is a song that she loves, but now, like anything, can't give her back her spirit. As represented in the words she uses to describe it's familiarity.