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[I saw a silver swan swim downe the Lee]

I saw a silver swan swim downe the Lee,
Singing a sad Farwell vnto the Vale,
While fishes leapt to hear her melodie,
And on each thorne a gentle Nightingale;
And many other Birds forbore their notes,
Leaping from tree to tree, as she along
The panting bosome of the torrent floates,
Rapt with the musick of her dyeing Song:
When from a thick & all-entangled spring
A neatheard rude came with noe small adoe,
(Dreading an ill presage to heare her sing,)
And quickly strooke her slender neck in t[w]oo;
Whereat the Birds (me thought) flew thence with speed,
And inly griev'd for such a cruell deed.