Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE SWALLOWS, by AUGUSTE LACAUSSADE Poet's Biography First Line: Swift-winged wanderers, in your race Last Line: And the sun accompany. Subject(s): Swallows | ||||||||
SWIFT-WINGED wanderers, in your race Almost do you touch my face; Yet ne'er fear in circling flight To approach, however nigh; Flash down from the azure sky, For you fill me with delight. Of golden months and genial days, Welcome heralds, wing your ways. Sisters! I your advent wait, For, like you, Spring makes me glad, And the meadows verdure clad; And, like you, the cold I hate. Ye who from the dawning come, Bringing sunshine from your home, Tell us of the winter o'er, Of the year its youth resuming, Nests a-building, flowers a-blooming, Tell us of bright days in store. Tell of suns and rivers bright, Tell of fields with harvest white, Golden days and forests green, Earth at length awake again, Which lay dead in frost and rain 'Neath the winter cold and keen. Winter makes the sick earth die, Trees lose all their mystery. Of birds and bards, the icy wing Of the frozen northern wing Stills the voice and numbs the mind, Neither has the heart to sing. Streams are silent, skies are grey, All things perish, hid away In a snowy winding sheet. Happy they who then repair To some climate warm and fair, Where again they summer greet. Roving swallows, happy crew! Oh, if I had wings like you, I to balmy realms would fly; I would leave dark clouds behind, Gloom, and cold, and piercing wind, And the sun accompany. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIXTH-MONTH SONG IN THE FOOTHILLS by GARY SNYDER SWALLOW FLIGHT by SARA TEASDALE EACH SUMMER'S SWALLOWS by JOHN UPDIKE THE DEPARTURE OF THE SWALLOW by WILLIAM HOWITT THE BLUE SWALLOWS by HOWARD NEMEROV THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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