Celia Thaxter

Song

O SWALLOW, sailing lightly
    The crystal deeps of blue,
With flashing wings that brightly
    Glitter the sunshine through,
 
What sayest thou, returning
    From sunny lands and fair,
That summer roses burning
    Shall light the fragrant air?
 
That merry days thou bringest,
    And gone is winter’s woe, —
Is this the song thou singest?
    Gay prophet, is it so?
 
I know all beauties follow
    Swift in thy shining track,
But to my heart, O swallow,
    Canst thou bring summer back?
 
No shaft of sunshine glorious
    Shall melt my winter snows,
No kiss of June victorious
    Awake for me the rose!
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