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A SPRING SONG.
Swallow, swallow, hither wing;
Hither, swallow, bringing spring;
From the lake hath gone the teal;
Fled the widgeon from the stream;
Now no more our bursting woods
Hear the swooping merlin's scream;
Come, thou dawn of summer, come,
Hither leaves and shadows bringing,
Bladed furrows—nested eaves,
Sweetest songs the south is singing;
Bringing violets, bringing spring,
Hither, swallow, hither wing,
Hither, swallow, bringing spring;
From the lake hath gone the teal;
Fled the widgeon from the stream;
Now no more our bursting woods
Hear the swooping merlin's scream;
Come, thou dawn of summer, come,
Hither leaves and shadows bringing,
Bladed furrows—nested eaves,
Sweetest songs the south is singing;
Bringing violets, bringing spring,
Hither, swallow, hither wing,
Swallow, swallow, hither wing,
Dearest playmate of the spring;
Come,—the celandine no more
Dreads the gusty wrath of March;
Golden tasselled is the birch;
Emerald fringes hath the larch;
Come, thou news of summer, come,
Trills and hedge-row twitterings bringing,
Quivering mountings of the lark,
Shrillest songs the ousel's singing;
Snowing orchards, flight of spring,
Hither, swallow, hither wing.
Dearest playmate of the spring;
Come,—the celandine no more
Dreads the gusty wrath of March;
Golden tasselled is the birch;
Emerald fringes hath the larch;
Come, thou news of summer, come,
Trills and hedge-row twitterings bringing,
Quivering mountings of the lark,
Shrillest songs the ousel's singing;
Snowing orchards, flight of spring,
Hither, swallow, hither wing.
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