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AH! HAD I BUT YON SWALLOW'S WING.
Ah! had I but yon swallow's wing,
I should not now thy loss deplore,
Nor with such sullen spirit cling
A moment to this sterile shore:
But with a strong and fearless flight
My form should wing its way to thee,
Nor aught of beautiful or bright,
To stay its progress, seek or see!
I should not now thy loss deplore,
Nor with such sullen spirit cling
A moment to this sterile shore:
But with a strong and fearless flight
My form should wing its way to thee,
Nor aught of beautiful or bright,
To stay its progress, seek or see!
Ah, happy, could the obedient clay,
At summons of the longing heart,
To the dear region, far away,
Even at a word, or wish, depart!
But with a will, and not a wing,
The heart must gnaw its hope in vain,
And murmur, where it dare not sing,
And weep, while other hearts complain.
At summons of the longing heart,
To the dear region, far away,
Even at a word, or wish, depart!
But with a will, and not a wing,
The heart must gnaw its hope in vain,
And murmur, where it dare not sing,
And weep, while other hearts complain.
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