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SWALLOW, by            
First Line: Swallow, swallow, swiftly you and I
Last Line: Here where the light was fresh upon my face.
Subject(s): Birds; Swallows


Swallow, swallow, swiftly you and I
Shall pass above the blossom and the fern;
O sailor of the far and sunset sky,
O skilled one, shall we nevermore return?

Your nest but moulder on the mossy beam?
My house but sink in ruin on the loam?
O swift and sweet, was all, then, all a dream;
And were these places, then, not home, not home?

I am not sure but your thin ghost may drop
Glinting with stars from some high heaven place;
I am not sure that death can bid all stop
Here where the light was fresh upon my face.





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