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. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Down thy last living reach
Thrill, thrill, O silver throat!
O silver trumpet, pour
Home to thy heart.
And brim, brim o'er
On him who smote!
Clean through thy breast has gone
Enter the sun's heart—even teach
O wondrous-gifted Pain, teach Thou
O silver-throated Swan
Of river, sail the golden light—
With love; and ruby-dye thy track
Love for defiance back
Struck, struck! A golden dart
The God of love, let him learn how!