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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 22. ALONE by EDITH SITWELL WATERS OF BABYLON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH [OR ENGLISH] SAILOR [BOY] by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE FLY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE THOMAS MACDONAGH by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE ODES II, 14 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS |