The Silver Swan, Who Living Had No Note

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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.

© Orlando Gibbons