Swift goes the sooty swallow o'er the heath
Swifter then skims the cloud rack of the skies
As swiftly flies its shadow underneath
And on his wing the twittering sunbeam lies
As bright as water glitters in the eyes
Of those it passes — 'tis a pretty thing
The ornament of meadows — and clear skies
With dingy breast and narrow pointed wing
Its daily twittering is a song to spring.