Farewell

"Who are you, low-flying hirondine,
So close to me each morning?
You dart and jig and swoop and dodge
In the field behind The Lodge."
"You cannot know, you cannot know!"
Said twittering, wittering, fleet swallow.

"Oh, if it`s you, can I come too?
(First hints of frost and cold winds blew,)
Oh please, tell me, that I might follow!"
I begged of swooping swerving swallow.
"Please do not seek me to confine"
Said southward-yearning Golondrine.

"You fly so close to me, I hear
Your primaries feathering through the air.
Oh is it you, cause of my sorrow?
And if it be, might I not follow?"
"Oh I must fly, oh I must fly!
The time has come to say goodbye."

Some birds migrate, we know not where;
We can but watch them disappear.
And so it was, that heart-ache Fall,
You had to leave, obey a call.
"Oh let me go!" called Hirondelle.
On ebbing tide I called: "Farewell."