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