Poems (Rossetti, 1901)/A Bird Song

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A BIRD SONG.
IT'S a year almost that I have not seen her:Oh last summer green things were greener, Brambles fewer, the blue sky bluer.
It's surely summer, for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.
Oh happy swallow whose mate will follow O'er height, o'er hollow! I'd be a swallow, To build this weather one nest together.

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