Carol and Cadence New poems: MDCCCCII-MDCCCCVII: By John Payne |
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 | Carol and Cadence |  |
THE SWALLOW.
The swallow's made her nest;
With blossom blithe from East is the laughing land
To West.
Love's old nest in my heart
Long, long hath fallen apart;
There's no bird in my breast
To tell that the time
Of the pleasant Prime
For me is near at hand.
With blossom blithe from East is the laughing land
To West.
Love's old nest in my heart
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There's no bird in my breast
To tell that the time
Of the pleasant Prime
For me is near at hand.
The swallow's flying low;
There's rain a-coming, — at least, the weather-wise
Say so.
The heart sinks low in me
And lower. Can it be
(Who's wise enough to know?)
That storm and rain
Are a-brew again
In my life's leaden skies?
There's rain a-coming, — at least, the weather-wise
Say so.
The heart sinks low in me
And lower. Can it be
(Who's wise enough to know?)
That storm and rain
Are a-brew again
In my life's leaden skies?
The swallow's on the wing;
She's off to morrow to lands where Summer still
Is King.
When will the time, old soul,
For thee come, tow'rd the goal
Of Life's adventuring
To take thy flight,
To lands of light,
Beyond this world of Will?
She's off to morrow to lands where Summer still
Is King.
When will the time, old soul,
For thee come, tow'rd the goal
Of Life's adventuring
To take thy flight,
To lands of light,
Beyond this world of Will?
| Carol and Cadence | |