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
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