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...ON LADY POLTAGRUE: A PUBLIC PERIL by HILAIRE BELLOC SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE |