April 8, 2011
"The Silver Swan" by Ned Rorem
The silver swan
Who living had no note.
When death approached,
Unlocked her silent throat.
Ah! Ah.
Leaning her breast
Against the reedy shore
Thus sung her first and last,
And sung no more:
"Farewell all joys!
Oh death, come close mine eyes!
More geese than swans now live.
More fools than wise."
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