Explore "The Scarlet Gown: THE BANISHED BEJANT FROM THE UNPUBLISHED REMAINS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE" by Robert Fuller Murray on Textopian.
I love to see the swallows come / At my window twittering, / Bringing from their southern home / News of the approaching spring. / 'Last year's nest,' they softly say, / 'Last year's love again shall see; / Only faithful lovers may / Tell you of the coming glee.'
When the first fell touch of frost / Strips the wood of faded leaves, / Calling all their winged host, / The swallows meet above the eaves / 'Come away, away,' they cry, / 'Winter's snow is hastening; / True hearts winter comes not nigh, / They are ever in the spring.'