RECALL
As the blue swallow flies,
Tracking the summer,
As the gray pigeon hies,
Ever a homer.
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.
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.
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.
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 the sunset;
Hurls her o'er seas and streams
With a wild onset.
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