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Poem by Thomas Aird


The Swallow


The little comer's coming, the comer o'er the sea,
The comer of the summer, all the sunny days to be.
How pleasant through the pleasant sleep thy early twitter heard,
O Swallow by the lattice! Glad days be thy reward!
Thine be sweet morning with the bee that's out for honeydew;
And glowing be the noontide for the grasshopper and you;
And mellow shine, o'er day's decline, the sun to light thee home!
What can molest thy airy nest? sleep till the morrow come.
The river blue that lapses through the valley hears thee sing,
And murmurs much beneath the touch of thy light-dipping wing.
The thunder-cloud, over us bowed, in deeper gloom is seen,
When quick relieved it glances to thy bosom's silvery sheen.
The silent Power that brings thee back with leading-strings of love
To haunts where first the summer sun fell on thee from above,
Shall bind thee more to come aye to the music of our leaves,
For here thy young, where thou hast sprung, shall glad thee in our eaves. 



                      Thomas Aird


Thomas Aird's other poems:
  1. Wash The Feet Of Poor Old Age
  2. The Holy Cottage
  3. Song Of Time And Man
  4. The Lyre
  5. Song The Fourth


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • William Cowper The Swallow ("I am fond of the swallow--I learn from her flight")
  • John Clare The Swallow ("Pretty swallow, once again")
  • Charlotte Smith The Swallow ("THE gorse is yellow on the heath")
  • Abraham Cowley The Swallow ("Foolish prater, what dost thou")

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