Qntal

Silver Swan

Qntal


The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached
Unlocked her silent throat;
Leaning her breast
Against the ready shore,
Thus sung her first an last,
And sung no more:
Farewell, all joys;
O death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swan now live,
More fools than wise.

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