“ | - The silver Swan, who living had no Note,
- when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
- Leaning her breast against 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."
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