The Silver Swan
The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached, unlocked her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:
“Farewell, all joys; Oh death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.”
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Subjects Living, Disappointment & Failure, Death, Nature, Animals
Poetic Terms Nursery Rhymes
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SUBJECT Living, Disappointment & Failure, Death, Nature, Animals
Poetic Terms Nursery Rhymes
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