THE SWALLUW 



Wlieii the winter days are ended. 

 And the trees put on their leaves, 

 As her wont is, comes the swallow. 

 Twittering gaily iu the eaves. 



And when summer days are gone. 

 With tireless wing and dauntless heart 

 As their wont is, to the southward, 

 Do the swallow kind depart. 



As I watch the parting swallow, 

 On her way to distant lands 

 I would fain that I might follow. 

 To the desert and its sands. 



Ah to break the bound that holds me ! 

 Ah ! to set my spirit free ! 

 Free to wander like the swallow, 

 Over continent and sea ! 



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