Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONGS TO A.H.R.: 7. SWALLOWS, by CALE YOUNG RICE


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SONGS TO A.H.R.: 7. SWALLOWS, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: In a room that we love
Last Line: And happy swallows ranging.
Subject(s): Art & Artists; Dreams; Love; Silence; Swallows; Nightmares


In a room that we love,
Under a lamp,
Whose soft glow falls around,
We sit each night and you read to me,
Through the silence soul-profound.
And black on the yellow frieze of the walls
The swallows fly unchanging;
Round, round, yet never round,
Ranging, -- yet never ranging.

We sit and you read, your face aglow,
While amid dreams that start
I watch the swallows
As each follows
The other, swift, apart.
Till oft it seems that your words are birds,
Flying into my heart,
And singing there, and bringing there
Love's more than artless art.

So never, in lands however far,
Or seas that wash them round,
Shall I see wings along the sky,
But instantly the sound
Of your voice shall come,
And the sky, changing,
Shall be the room we love,
With its lamp-glow -- and time-flow --
And happy swallows ranging.





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