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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By William ElleryChanning

310 Tears in Spring

THE SWALLOW is flying over,

But he will not come to me;

He flits, my daring rover,

From land to land, from sea to sea;

Where hot Bermuda’s reef

Its barrier lifts to fortify the shore,

Above the surf’s wild roar

He darts as swiftly o’er,—

But he who heard his cry of spring

Hears that no more, heeds not his wing.

How bright the skies that dally

Along day’s cheerful arch,

And paint the sunset valley!

How redly buds the larch!

Blackbirds are singing,

Clear hylas ringing,

Over the meadow the frogs proclaim

The coming of Spring to boy and dame,

But not to me,—

Nor thee!

And golden crowfoot’s shining near,

Spring everywhere that shoots ’t is clear,

A wail in the wind is all I hear;

A voice of woe for a lover’s loss,

A motto for a travelling cross,—

And yet it is mean to mourn for thee,

In the form of bird or blossom or bee.

Cold are the sods of the valley to-day

Where thou art sleeping,

That took thee back to thy native clay;

Cold,—if above thee the grass is peeping

And the patient sunlight creeping,

While the bluebird sits on the locust-bough

Whose shadow is painted across thy brow,

And carols his welcome so sad and sweet

To the Spring that comes and Kisses his feet.