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 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. 
 Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings,
 Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings:
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 Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings,
 Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings:
  Live so, my Love, that when death shall come,
   Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home. 
 The swan, with arched neck
 Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows
  Her state with oary feet.  
 The swan, with arched neck
 Between her white wings mantling proudly, rows
  Her state with oary feet. 
 The swan, like the soul of the poet,
 By the dull world is ill understood.  
 The swan, like the soul of the poet,
 By the dull world is ill understood. 
 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. 
 The swan on still St. Mary's lake
 Float double, swan and shadow!  
 The swan on still St. Mary's lake
 Float double, swan and shadow! 
 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. 
 You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am 
infinitely inferior to the swans. When they read more 
 You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am 
infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching 
death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they 
have in going to the God they serve. 
 Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
 Her heart inform her tongue--the swan's down-feather
  That read more 
 Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor can
 Her heart inform her tongue--the swan's down-feather
  That stands upon the swell at full of tide,
   And neither way inclines.