...and after a many summer dies the swan   It withers slowly in thine arms   All night long amorous anthems sung   It's tears on your cheek, history of the fan      Sweet is the breath of night   with charm of earliest birds   Close over us, the silver star, thy guide   Dying embers, our only light   (scorching away mortality   Till the moon rising in clouded majesty)      But see the many-coloured prime retired to rest   Thy long tongued blood demands supplies   Honour and beauty are but dreams   Big alike with wound and dart      Like fiery dews that melt   the swan's soul into the boughs does glide   Flaming swords forbidden   They banish me from you   Remembrance of a bitter loss      Ruined love, when it's built anew   grows fairer, more strong, far greater   While glory crowns so many hatreds crest   Waking, thou wert in thy nakedness   ...and after a many summer dies the swan