Here you will find the Poem The Dying Swan of poet Thomas Sturge Moore
O SILVER-THROATED Swan Struck, struck! A golden dart Clean through thy breast has gone Home to thy heart. Thrill, thrill, O silver throat! O silver trumpet, pour Love for defiance back On him who smote! And brim, brim o'er With love; and ruby-dye thy track Down thy last living reach Of river, sail the golden light? Enter the sun's heart?even teach O wondrous-gifted Pain, teach Thou The God of love, let him learn how
