I will celebrate myself againnNaked dying, proud of what I amnI dream and invite my fading soulnObserving human sphere at all atonennSwanlike I turn away from your despairnCan't you see there's no beg for pardonnSwanlike I turn away from your despairnA noble heart forever dyingnnUnder a fading lamp half dressed my brainnIdling on some compulsive remainnI towel my shaven jaw and starenRiveted by a dark exhausted flairnnSwanlike I turn away from your despairnNaked dying, proud of what I amnSwanlike I turn away from your despairnIdling on some compulsive remainnnI look into my glass and view my wasting skinnAnd say would God it came to passnMy heard has shrunk as thinnFor then I undistrest by hearts grown cold to menCould lonely wait my endless rest with equanimitynnFor the time being I returnnNow plainly in the mirror of my soulnI read that I have looked my last on youthnAnd little more for they are not made wholenThat reach the age of fallen ChristnnA silent flight takes me awaynFrom this ignorant worldnA final cry deep in that nightnSwanlike I turn awaynnMy inspirationnBurning flames; glistening soundsnSapphire-dark and marrow-deep, silence around usnnUnder a fading moonnWill you ever be swanlike