Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SWALLOW, by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: O swallow chirping in the sparkling eaves Last Line: Fare hence, false prophet! Alternate Author Name(s): Meredith, Owen; Lytton, 1st Earl Of; Lytton, Robert Subject(s): Swallows | ||||||||
O SWALLOW chirping in the sparkling eaves, Why hast thou left far south thy fairy homes, To build between these drenched Aprilleaves, And sing me songs of Spring before it comes? Too soon thou singest! Yon black stubborn thorn Bursts not a bud: the sneaping wind drifts on. She that once flung thee crumbs, and in the morn Sang from the lattice where thou sing'st, is gone. Here is no Spring. Thy flight yet further follow. Fly off, vain swallow! Thou com'st to mock me with remembered things. I love thee not, O bird for me too gay. That which I want thou hast, -- the gift of wings: Grief -- which I have -- thou hast not. Fly away! What hath my roof for thee? My cold dark roof, Beneath whose weeping thatch thine eggs will freeze! Summer will halt not here, so keep aloof. Others are gone; go thou. In those wet trees I see no Spring, though thou still singest of it. Fare hence, false prophet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIXTH-MONTH SONG IN THE FOOTHILLS by GARY SNYDER SWALLOW FLIGHT by SARA TEASDALE EACH SUMMER'S SWALLOWS by JOHN UPDIKE THE DEPARTURE OF THE SWALLOW by WILLIAM HOWITT THE BLUE SWALLOWS by HOWARD NEMEROV THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM THE LAST WISH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AUX ITALIENS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE CHESSBOARD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |
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