THE SWALLOW.
The swallow twitters about the eaves;
Blithely she sings, and sweet and clear;
Around her climb the woodbine leaves
In a golden atmosphere.
Blithely she sings, and sweet and clear;
Around her climb the woodbine leaves
In a golden atmosphere.
The summer wind sways leaf and spray,
That catch and cling to the cool gray wall;
The bright sea stretches miles away,
And the noon sun shines o'er all.
That catch and cling to the cool gray wall;
The bright sea stretches miles away,
And the noon sun shines o'er all.
In the chamber's shadow, quietly,
I stand and worship the sky and the leaves,
The golden air and the brilliant sea,
The swallow at the eaves.
I stand and worship the sky and the leaves,
The golden air and the brilliant sea,
The swallow at the eaves.
Like a living jewel she sits and sings;
Fain would I read her riddle aright,
Fain would I know whence her rapture springs,
So strong in a thing so slight!
Fain would I read her riddle aright,
Fain would I know whence her rapture springs,
So strong in a thing so slight!
