Poems (Jackson)/Message
MESSAGE.
OR one to bear my message, I looked outIn haste, at noon. The bee and swallow passedBound south. My message was to South. I castIt trusting as a mariner. No doubt, Sweet bee, blithe swallow, in my heart aboutYour fellowship.The stealthy night came fast."O chilly night," I said, "no friend thou hastFor me, and morn is far," when lo! a shoutOf joy, and riding up as one rides late,My friend fell on my neck just in the gate."You got my message then?""No message, sweet,Save my own eyes' desire your eyes to meet.""You saw no swallow and no bee beforeYou came?""I do remember past my doorThere brushed a bird and bee. O, dearer presageThan I had dreamed! You sent by them a message?"