Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SWALLOWS, by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL


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First Line: O little hearts, beat home, beat home
Last Line: A place where wandering wings may sleep.
Subject(s): Swallows


O LITTLE hearts, beat home, beat home,
Here is no place to rest.
Night darkens on the falling foam
And on the fading west.
O little wings, beat home, beat home.
Love may no longer roam.

O, Love has touched the fields of wheat
And Love has crowned the corn,
And we must follow Love's white feet
Through all the ways of morn.
Through all the silver roads of air
We pass and have no care.



The silver roads of Love are wide,
O winds that turn, O stars that guide.
Sweet are the ways that Love has trod
Through the clear skies that reach to God.
But in the cliff-grass Love builds deep
A place where wandering wings may sleep.









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