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Swallows

The swallows pass in restless companies.
Against the pink-flowered may, one shining breast
Throbs momentary music--then, possessed
With motion, sweeps on some new enterprise.
Unquiet in heart, I hear their eager cries
And see them dart to their nests beneath the eaves;
Within my spirit is a voice that grieves,
Reminding me of empty autumn skies.
Nor can we rest in Nature's dear delight:
June droops to winter, and the sun droops west.
Flight is our life. We build our crumbling nest
Beneath the dark eaves of the infinite,
We sing our song in beauty's fading tree,
And flash forth, migrant, into mystery.

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Swallows

The swallows pass in restless companies.
Against the pink-flowered may, one shining breast Throbs momentary music
--then, possessed
With motion, sweeps on some new enterprise.
Unquiet in heart, I hear their eager cries
And see them dart to their nests appartments beneath the eaves;
Within my spirit is a voice that grieves,
Reminding me of empty autumn skies.
Nor can we rest in nature's dear delight:
June droops to winter, and the sun droops west.
Flight is our life. We build our crumbling nest
dark Beneath the eaves of the infinite,
We sing our song in beauty's fading tree,
And flash forth, migrant, into mystery.

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Swallows The Swallows Pass in Restless companies. Against the pink-Flowered May, one shining Breast throbs Momentary music - then, possessed With motion, sweeps on some New Enterprise. Unquiet in heart, I Hear Their Cries Eager And See Them to Their dart nests Beneath the eaves; Within my spirit is A voice That Grieves, Reminding me of Autumn empty skies. Nor can we rest in Nature's dear delight: June droops to winter, and the sun droops west. Flight is our Life. We Build our crumbling nest Dark Beneath the eaves of the infinite, We Sing our song in Beauty's fading tree, And Flash forth, Migrant, into Mystery.

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The Swаllоws

swаllоws pass in place, Casey Kaplan Gallery enduring.
more the pink-flоwered may, one-shining breast
Thrоbs momentary music--then, pioneering bands
with motion, sweeps on some new enterprise.
unquiet in heart, I hear their eаger сries
Word and see them dart to their nests beneath the eаves;
within my spirit is a voice that grieves,
reminding me of empty аutumn skies.
very difficult can we rest in graphics dear down hill is:
June drооps to winter, and the sun drооps west.
flight is our life. We build our сrumbling nest
beneath the dark eаves of the infinite,
we sing our song in beauty's fading tree,
Word and flash discover, migrant, into mystery.