Ode 12: On a Swallow

What revenge, say, shall I take
For the unseemly noise you make,
Swallow, chattering at the dawn's first ray?
Seizing, shall I clip your light
Wings so swift in circling flight,
Or, like Tereus, cut your tongue away?
By your tuneless ceaseless cheep
You have banished pleasant sleep,
And the dreams of love I fain would stay.
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Poets of The Anacreontea
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