Thursday, November 11, 2004

pommonblace cook

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."

--Anonymous (1612)

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