GENTLE Swallow, thou we know Every year dost come and go, In the Spring thy nest thou mak'st; In the Winter it forsak'st, And divert'st thy self awhile Near the Memphian Towers, or Nile; But Love in my suff'ring breast Builds, and never quits his nest; First one Love's hatcht; when that flies, In the shell another lies; Then a third is half expos'd; Then a whole brood is disclos'd, Which for meat still peeping cry, Whilst the others that can fly Do their callow brethren feed, And grown up, they young ones breed. What then will become of me, Bound to pain incessantly, Whilst so many Loves conspire On my heart by turns to tire? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RESURRECTION by JONATHAN HENDERSON BROOKS TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY by ROBERT BURNS THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD I GREET THEE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SOUNDS OF THE CITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |