The Swallows
All the night long I grieve; and when I fall
In that uneasy sleep that morning brings
I start awakened: faint I hear the call
Of swallows twittering ere the day begins.
Again I feel the smart of tears, again
Rhodanthi's image burns my fevered breast.
I close my weary eyes: 'tis all in vain:
I know no more of rest.
O cruel swallows, cease to vex me still,
I did not rob fair Philomel of song.
Go to the hoopoe's nest upon the hill
And there your plaint for Itylus prolong.
But let me sleep, that I to dream may try
And fancy in Rhodanthi's arms I lie.
In that uneasy sleep that morning brings
I start awakened: faint I hear the call
Of swallows twittering ere the day begins.
Again I feel the smart of tears, again
Rhodanthi's image burns my fevered breast.
I close my weary eyes: 'tis all in vain:
I know no more of rest.
O cruel swallows, cease to vex me still,
I did not rob fair Philomel of song.
Go to the hoopoe's nest upon the hill
And there your plaint for Itylus prolong.
But let me sleep, that I to dream may try
And fancy in Rhodanthi's arms I lie.
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