O SILVER-THROATED Swan <br />Struck, struck! A golden dart <br />Clean through thy breast has gone <br />Home to thy heart. <br />Thrill, thrill, O silver throat! <br />O silver trumpet, pour <br />Love for defiance back <br />On him who smote! <br />And brim, brim o'er <br />With love; and ruby-dye thy track <br />Down thy last living reach <br />Of river, sail the golden light— <br />Enter the sun's heart—even teach <br />O wondrous-gifted Pain, teach Thou <br />The God of love, let him learn how<br /><br />Thomas Sturge Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dying-swan/
