THE DYING SWAN.
(By Lily *row,rn, R °" a <
She lifted up her head, and slowly sang, A eong so sweet, the very air did seem, o , ■ , To wait to hear. The trees bent low, To earth us in a dream.
And then she died. Back came the bees, the birds, Trilled low and high their liquid, fluting notes The ripples chased each other cross the . lake, As down its length she floats. \ .
Those pinions white will no more cleave the dawn, No more her voice will echo, high and sweet, Xo more her brigjit black eyes will swiftly peer, No more she skims the surface, graceful, fleet.
Across the lake—its calm will (stay unbroken, i Till some lone bird at night wings there to rest, And then, some day beneath the reeds, Will build in moss its nest. ,
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Auckland Star, Volume LXX, Issue 29, 4 February 1939, Page 2 (Supplement)
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138THE DYING SWAN. Auckland Star, Volume LXX, Issue 29, 4 February 1939, Page 2 (Supplement)
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