Poems (Tynan)/Recall

by Katharine Tynan

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!