©The Greater Celandine Fairy
You come the Spring,
O swallow!
You come the Spring,
And so do I.
You nest, I know,
Is under the eaves;
White far below
Are my flowers and leaves.
Yet, to and fro
As you dart and fly
You swoop so low
That you brush me by!
I come with the Spring
The wall is my home;
When the swallows come.
