Poems (Tynan)/Recall
RECALL
As the blue swallow flies, Tracking the summer, As the gray pigeon hies, Ever a homer.
So on her sunset path Goes my heart flying, Fears not the storm-wind's wrath Nor the sea's sighing.
Wears like the sea-swallows Sea's tints upon her,Goes as the carrier goes, Ringed by her owner.
Westward she flieth forth, And who shall bind her? Looks not to south or north, East lies behind her.
Like a gold flash she gleams, Straight to the sunset; Hurls her o'er seas and streams With a wild onset.
Straight to that tender heart, By the dim water. If they might never part, Mother and daughter!