The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 1/The Swallow

by Abraham Cowley

For works with similar titles, see Swallow.

Foolish prater, what do'st thou
So early at my window do
With thy tuneless serenade?
Well't had been had Tereus made
Thee as dumb as Philomel;
There his knife had done but well.
In thy undiscover'd nest
Thou dost all the winter rest,
And dreamest o'er thy summer joys
Free from the stormy season's noise:
Free from th'Ill thou'st done to me;
Who disturbs or seeks out thee?
Hadst thou all the charming notes
Of the woods poetick throats,
All thy art could never pay
What thou'st ta'en from me away;
Cruel Bird! thou'st ta'en away
A dream out of my arms to day,
A dream that ne'er must equall'd be
By all that waking eyes may see.
Thou this damage to repair,
Nothing half so sweet or fair,
Nothing half so good canst bring,
Though men say Thou bring'st the Spring.