The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore,
Thus sang her first and last, and sang no more:
“Farewell, all joys! O death, come close mine eyes!
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.”
Christopher Campbell_Howes said,
September 30, 2008 at 4:46 pm
Oh, wonderful, right up my street. Who is singing? Are you involved?
Moobs said,
October 9, 2008 at 10:37 pm
You are Melvin Bragg and I claim my 5 pounds. I had an email from you I was too swamped to answer and now I’ve lost it! Help!