Or send me a mudcat message.

The silver swan, who living had no note
When death approached unlocked her silent throat
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sang her first and last and sang, no more.
Farewell all charms; O death come close my eyes,
Thus sing more geese than swans,
Thus live more fools than wise.

Speaking of swan songs, Anyone else sing that madrigal? Has gorgeous harmonies.
Think the words are right, it's been a while.
Blessings,
Barbara