The Departure of the Swallow

By William Howitt

And is the swallow gone?
Who beheld it?
Which way sail’d it?
Farewell bade it none?

No mortal saw it go;
But who doth hear
Its summer cheer
As it flitteth to aur fro:

So the freed spirit flies!
From its surrounding clay
It seals away
Like the swallows from the skies.

Whither? wherefore doth it go?
‘Tis all unknown;
We feel alone
What a void is left below.

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