The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached, unlocked her silent throat,
She leaned her breast against the reedy shore,
She sung her first and last, and sung no more:
Farewell all joys! O death, come close my eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.
1 | An English Garden |
2 | Kneel To The Cross |
3 | In The Rain |
4 | Time Flies |
5 | Black Easter |
6 | In Days To Come |
7 | See How We Fall |
8 | Angels Fall |
9 | Down The Years |
10 | Amongst The Ruins |