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 Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the 
Fates summon him, sing at read more 
 Thus does the white swan, as he lies on the wet grass, when the 
Fates summon him, sing at the fords of Maeander. 
 Some full-breasted swan
 That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
  Ruffles her pure cold plume, and read more 
 Some full-breasted swan
 That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
  Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood
   With swarthy webs. 
 We bodged again, as I have been a swan
 With bootless labor swim against the tide
  And read more 
 We bodged again, as I have been a swan
 With bootless labor swim against the tide
  And spend her strength with overmatching waves. 
 The swan in the pool is singing,
 And up and down doth he steer,
  And, singing gently read more 
 The swan in the pool is singing,
 And up and down doth he steer,
  And, singing gently ever,
   Dips under the water clear. 
 I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
 Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
 read more 
 I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
 Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,
  And from the organ-pipe of fraity sings
   His soul and body to their lasting rest. 
The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
The jelous swan, agens hire deth that syngith.
 Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
 Where nothing save the waves and I
  May hear our mutual read more 
 Place me on Sunium's marbled steep,
 Where nothing save the waves and I
  May hear our mutual murmurs sweep;
   There, swan-like, let me sing and die. 
 Coal-black is better than another hue
 In that it scorns to bear another hue;
  For all the read more 
 Coal-black is better than another hue
 In that it scorns to bear another hue;
  For all the water in the ocean
   Can never turn the swan's black legs to white,
    Although she lave them hourly in the flood. 
 The swan is not without cause dedicated to Apollo, because 
foreseeing his happiness in death, he dies with singing read more 
 The swan is not without cause dedicated to Apollo, because 
foreseeing his happiness in death, he dies with singing and 
pleasure.
 [Lat., Cignoni non sine causa Apoloni dicata sint, quod ab eo 
divinationem habere videantur, qua providentes quid in morte boni 
sit, cum cantu et voluptate moriantur.]