The Silver Swan, Who Living Had No Note

The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approach'd, unlock'd 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.

by Orlando Gibbons

Comments (1)

It's easy to read a lot of different meanings into this one. I like that in a poem. There should not have to be a 'true' meaning.