SWALLOW-FLIGHTS.
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But here you nested through the smiling spring,
Through summer, too,—
'Tis autumn now, and pleasant things take wing,
So why not you?
Through summer, too,—
'Tis autumn now, and pleasant things take wing,
So why not you?
Fly hence, and carry with you all my dreams,
My hopes, my fears,—
Shall I, while sitting by Life's frozen streams,
Weep idle tears?
My hopes, my fears,—
Shall I, while sitting by Life's frozen streams,
Weep idle tears?
Fly hence, swift wings,—I have been glad with you
In Life's glad spring,
Heard summer songs, and thought their promise true
But now—take wing.
In Life's glad spring,
Heard summer songs, and thought their promise true
But now—take wing.
You are not doves, that you should bring back leaves
From whelming seas,—
Fly far, swift truants, from my silent eaves,—
Leave me but peace.
From whelming seas,—
Fly far, swift truants, from my silent eaves,—
Leave me but peace.
