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! O death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.
Orlando Gibbons
2 comments:
How sad but beautiful, impending death brought forth her last song.
It is such a visual piece, how sad to see her eyes close and open no more ... ♡
Dianne,
Yes, her swan song. So sad to be surrounded by geese.
-Corby
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