Death of a Swan
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall,
The vapors weep their burthen to the ground,
Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And after many a summer dies the swan.
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson,
Tithonius
, 1833-1860
images © 1999 by Randy Wang
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