 | Ballads and Lyrics by Katharine Tynan |  |
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SWALLOW.
One swallow does not make a Summer.
Proverbs are wise, you early swallow;
Yet the Spring's here with you, new-comer,
April's here, and the May to follow,
May and June and the happy Summer.
Proverbs are wise, you early swallow;
Yet the Spring's here with you, new-comer,
April's here, and the May to follow,
May and June and the happy Summer.
O swallow that has never a fellow,
Your home-sick heart grew tired of straying,
Of Eastern scarlet skies and yellow;
And you were fain to go a-maying
Deep in home woods with Spring for fellow.
Your home-sick heart grew tired of straying,
Of Eastern scarlet skies and yellow;
And you were fain to go a-maying
Deep in home woods with Spring for fellow.
The blackbird sang long ere your coming:
The thrush hath children under her bosom;
Yesterday there were brown bees humming
Round and over the cherry-blossom.
Vagrant winds of the South were roaming.
The thrush hath children under her bosom;
Yesterday there were brown bees humming
Round and over the cherry-blossom.
Vagrant winds of the South were roaming.
Proverbs die, and their makers wither.
You whom the proverb so dispraises,
Satellite of the golden weather,
Loved of the children and the daisies,
Summer comes on your sea-blue feather!
You whom the proverb so dispraises,
Satellite of the golden weather,
Loved of the children and the daisies,
Summer comes on your sea-blue feather!
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