...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