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.
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1 comments:
I remember singing this in a high school madrigal group. I understand it much better now. Wisdom grows with age, I guess. Thanks for posting this!
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