Silver Swan

Texte : Anonyme

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 an last,
and sung no more
no more :
farewell, all joys ;
o death, come close mine eyes ;
more geeese than swans now live,
more fools than wise
than wise.

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 an last,
and sung no more
no more :
farewell, all joys ;
o death, come close mine eyes ;
more geeese than swans now live,
more fools than wise
than wise.