by Mary Coleridge (1861 - 1907)

Come back to me my swallow
Language: English 
Come back to me my swallow
  And leave me not forlorn,
Into the woods I follow
  The footsteps of the morn.

I thread the rustling hollow
  Before the day is born,
Come back to me my swallow
  And leave me not forlorn!

The light was dark without thee,
  My bird of April days,
I almost came to doubt thee
  When thou hadst gone thy ways -- 

The sunshine round about thee -- 
  Into the land of rays.
The light was dark without thee,
  My bird of April days.

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This text was added to the website: 2009-02-04
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