The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approach'd, unlock'd her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more.
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It's easy to read a lot of different meanings into this one. I like that in a poem. There should not have to be a 'true' meaning.