My sister and a beautiful swan lake
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge. (Quote by - Marcus Valerius Martial)
The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear. (Quote by - Lord Alfred Tennyson)
There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon. (Quote by - Thomas Hood)
Have a nice sunday to all