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The First Swallow

The gorse is yellow on the heath,

The banks with speedwell flowers are gay,

The oaks are budding, and, beneath,

The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath,

The silver wreath, of May.

The welcome guest of settled Spring,

The swallow, too, has come at last;

Just at sunset, when thrushes sing,

I saw her dash with rapid wing,

And hailed her as she passed.

Come, summer visitant,

To my reed roof your nest of clay,

And let my ear your music catch,

Low twittering underneath the

At the gray dawn of day.

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Charlotte Smith

Charlotte Turner Smith (4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806) was an English Romantic poet and novelist. She initiated a revival of the English sonnet, …
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