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O swallow, thou art come at last!
The rain is sweet upon the leaves / Now Winter's wrath is overpast, / A wreath of blossom April weaves.
Swift through the air thy light wings pass, / Young willows droop their garlands green / Over the tranquil pool, thy glass / Where silver lilies float serene,
O songless bird! The cuckoo sings, / Filling the valley with his voice; / The larks, on their exultant wings, / In the blue deep of skies rejoice.
There is more music in thy flight, / Through sun or showers, swift and strong, / A creature of the air and light / Thou art, the very soul of song.