The Silver Swan

The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approach'd, unlock'd her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more.
Farewell, all joys; O Death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.


- Orlando Gibbons (1583-1625)

(Is this song about Mary Sidney (1561-1621)
whose emblem was the swan?)