Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow,
How can thine heart be full of the spring?
A thousand summers are over and dead.
What hast thou found in the spring to follow?
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This is one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read. I remember that when I first read it through, I didn't understand a single thing. I got to know of the background from Google immediately afterwards. I recall reading it aloud to myself on a summer evening in May- and being taransfixed afterwards. Swinburne may not have been the greatest poet of all time, but this poem sure is one among my favourites.
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This is one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read. I remember that when I first read it through, I didn't understand a single thing. I got to know of the background from Google immediately afterwards. I recall reading it aloud to myself on a summer evening in May- and being taransfixed afterwards. Swinburne may not have been the greatest poet of all time, but this poem sure is one among my favourites.