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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SWALLOW, by BENNETT WEAVER 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. | 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 |
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