O Swallow, Swallow

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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, thou that knowest each That bright and fierce and fickle is the South And dark and true and tender is the North O Swallow, 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 died Why lingereth shе to clothe her heart with lovе Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the 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 the golden woods Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and make her mine And tell her, tell her, that I follow thee