My job is mobile and I split my time working alternate weeks in Norfolk and Nottinghamshire. I drive down country roads, enjoying rural England through the seasons.

Friday, 24 July 2009

The Silver Swan

"The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approach'd, unlocked 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

He was a composer/musician in the court of King James 1.

1 comment:

  1. That's very sad. And I can just hear the music accompanying it - a bit of Dowland or something.