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THE SWALLOW by ANACREON

First Line: FOOLISH PRATER, WHAT DOST THOU
Last Line: THO' MEN SAY THOU BRING'ST THE SPRING.
Subject(s): DREAMS; SWALLOWS; NIGHTMARES;
FOOLISH prater, what dost thou
So early at my window do?
Cruel bird, thou'st ta'en away
A dream out of my arms to-day;
A dream that ne'er must equall'd be
By all that waking eyes may see.
Thou this damage to repair
Nothing half so sweet and fair,
Nothing half so good, canst bring,
Tho' men say thou bring'st the Spring.




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