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...and after a many summer dies the swanIt withers slowly in thine armsAll night long amorous anthems sungIt's tears on your cheek, history of the fanSweet is the breath of nightwith charm of earliest birdsClose over us, the silver star, thy guideDying embers, our only light(scorching away mortalityTill the moon rising in clouded majesty)But see the many-coloured prime retired to restThy long tongued blood demands suppliesHonour and beauty are but dreamsBig alike with wound and dartLike fiery dews that meltthe swan's soul into the boughs does glideFlaming swords forbiddenThey banish me from youRemembrance of a bitter lossRuined love, when it's built anewgrows fairer, more strong, far greaterWhile glory crowns so many hatreds crestWaking, thou wert in thy nakedness. ..and after a many summer dies the swan |