And is the swallow gone? Who beheld it? Which way sailed it? Farewell bade it none? No mortal saw it go;— But who doth hear Its summer cheer As it flitteth to and fro? So the freed spirit flies! From its surrounding clay It steals away Like the swallow from the skies. Whither? wherefore doth it go? ’T is all unknown; We feel alone That a void is left below.
And is the swallow gone? Who beheld it? Which way sailed it? Farewell bade it none? No mortal saw it go;— But who doth hear Its summer cheer As it flitteth to and fro? So the freed spirit flies! From its surrounding clay It steals away Like the swallow from the skies....
Who has not dreamed a world of bliss On a bright sunny noon like this, Couched by his native brook’s green maze, With comrade of his boyish days, While all around them seemed to be Just as in joyous infancy? Who has not loved, at such an hour, Upon that heath, in birchen bower, Lulled in the...
The Wind one morning sprang up from sleep, Saying, “Now for a frolic! now for a leap! Now for a mad-cap galloping chase! I ’ll make a commotion in every place!” So it swept with a bustle right through a great town, Creaking the signs, and scattering down Shutters; and whisking, with merciless...
