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=="O Swallow, Swallow"==
by Alfred Tennyson


O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying south,

Fly to her and fall upon her gilded eaves,

And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee.



O tell her, Swallow, if I could follow and light

Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill,

And cheep and twitter twenty million loves.



O were I thou that she might take me in,

And lay me on her bosom,, and her heart 

Would rock the snowy cradle till I did.



Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love,

Delaying as the tender ash delays

To cloth herself, when all woods are green?



O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown:

Say to her, I do but wanton in the South,

But in the North long since my nest is made.



O tell her, brief is life but love is long,

And brief the sun of summer in the North,

And brief the moon of beauty in the South.



O Swallow, flying from golden woods, 

Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and maker her mine,

And tell her, tell her, that I follow thee.