AND is the swallow gone? Who beheld it? Which way sailed it? Farewell bade it none? No mortal saw it go; -- But who doth hear Its summer cheer As it flitteth to and fro? So the freed spirit flies! From its surrounding clay It steals away Like the swallow from the skies. Whither? wherefore doth it go? 'T is all unknown; We feel alone That a void is left below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DANGER OF WAR by GEORGE MEREDITH BINGEN ON THE RHINE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON MEMORIAL TABLET (GREAT WAR, 1918) by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WHEN HE EMERGED by MARGARET AHO THE GUERDON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH OLD PLEASURES DESERTED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AN EPISTLE THROWN INTO A RIVER IN A BALL OF WAX by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |