The silver swan, who living had no note, <br /> When death approach'd, unlock'd her silent throat; <br /> Leaning her breast against the reedy shore, <br /> Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more. <br /> Farewell, all joys; O Death, come close mine eyes; <br /> More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.<br /><br />Orlando Gibbons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-silver-swan-who-living-had-no-note/
