An Old-Time Lay – Victor Marie Hugo

Where your brood seven lie, 

Float in calm heavenly, 

Life passing evenly, 

Waterfowl, waterfowl! often I dream 

For a rest 

Like your nest, 

Skirting the stream. 
Shine the sun tearfully 

Ere the clouds clear fully, 

Still you skim cheerfully, 

Swallow, oh! swallow swift! often I sigh 

For a home 

Where you roam 

Nearing the sky! 
Guileless of pondering; 

Swallow-eyes wandering; 

Seeking no fonder ring 

Than the rose-garland Love gives thee apart! 

Grant me soon– 

Blessed boon! 

Home in thy heart!

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