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SWALLOW-FLIGHTS.
SWALLOW-FLIGHTS.
ORTH from the wind-swept Country of my Heart,—Fly fast, swift wings!
For hence the summers and their suns depart,
Here no bird sings.
With spring that country was all verdurous
When first you came,
Its leafage with sweet songs solicitous,
Its skies aflame
When first you came,
Its leafage with sweet songs solicitous,
Its skies aflame
With dreaming of the summer's warm delights;
Streams sought the sea,
White moons made beautiful the waiting nights:
Your wings were free,
Streams sought the sea,
White moons made beautiful the waiting nights:
Your wings were free,
