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 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WALLS DO NOT FALL: 4 by HILDA DOOLITTLE ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE by THOMAS GRAY THE CANDLE INDOORS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE by ROBERT SOUTHEY RUMORS FROM AN AEOLIAN HARP by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |