The Dying Swan
T. Sturge Moore
1870 to 1944
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. Take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Clean through thy breast has gone
O wondrous-gifted Pain, teach Thou
Thrill, thrill, O silver throat!
Down thy last living reach
O silver-throated Swan
Of river, sail the golden light—
Enter the sun's heart—even teach
Love for defiance back
On him who smote!
And brim, brim o'er
O silver trumpet, pour
The God of love, let him learn how!
With love; and ruby-dye thy track
Home to thy heart.
Struck, struck! A golden dart