poem for the day

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, O death come close mine eyes,More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise

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