AN OLD-TIME LAY.

_("Jamais elle ne raille.")_

[Bk. III. xiii.]

Where your brood seven lie,

Float in calm heavenly,

Life passing evenly,

Waterfowl, waterfowl! often I dream

For a rest

Like your nest,

Skirting the stream.

Shine the sun tearfully

Ere the clouds clear fully,

Still you skim cheerfully,

Swallow, oh! swallow swift! often I sigh

For a home

Where you roam

Nearing the sky!

Guileless of pondering;

Swallow-eyes wandering;

Seeking no fonder ring

Than the rose-garland Love gives thee apart!

Grant me soon--

Blessed boon!

Home in thy heart!

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