The Silver Swan
September 4th, 2009
by Orlando Gibbons
The silver swan,
who living had no note,
When death approach’d,
unlock’d her silent throat;
Leaning her breast
against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last,
and sung no more.
Farewell, all joys;
O Death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live,
more fools than wise.
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