Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow,
Starting on your autumn flight,
Pause a moment at my window,
Twitter softly your good-night;
For the summer days are over,
All your duties are well done,
And the happy homes you
Have grown empty, one by one.
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow,
Are you ready for your flight?
Are all the feather cloaks completed?
Are the little caps all right?
Are the young wings strong and
For the journey through the sky?
Come again in early spring-time;
And till then, good-by, good-by!
Originally printed in Morning-Glories, and Other Stories,
Reprinted in Aunt Jo's Scrap-Bag:
An Old Fashioned Thanksgiving, 1882
