اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached
Unlocked her silent throat;
Leaning her breast
Against the ready shore,
Thus sung her first an last,
And sung no more:
Farewell, all joys;
O death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swan now live,
More fools than wise.
