[@3Sung from house to house by children on the first day of Spring@1] (AFTER THE GREEK) SHE has come, she has come, the swallow! The beautiful days are here; The white-breast swallow, The brown-back swallow Has brought the fair of the year! Cake and wine from that house of thine, Beaker and basket, 'tis we that ask it, Bread made of wheat for the swallow to eat, Pulse and cheese the swallow to please! Must we go further, or shall we receive? Well if you give it, not else shall we leave. We'll bear off the door and the lintel above And her that's within, the wife that you love; Little she is, 'tis nothing to carry: Give to the swallow, no longer we'll tarry. And give, if you give us a gift at all, Nothing unfitting or mean or small. Open, open your door to the swallow, No sages be we But children we be, Open, open your door to the swallow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR COUNTRY by JULIA WARD HOWE ODE ON A GRECIAN URN by JOHN KEATS THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 2. THE GASTRIC MUSE by JOHN ARMSTRONG THE LAY OF THE LEVITE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN DEATH by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK THE SECOND VOLUME by ROBERT MOWRY BELL |