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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Princess: A Medley: O Swallow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O Swallow, Swallow, flying, flying South,<br> Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves,<br> And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee.<br> O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each,<br> That bright and fierce and fickle is the South,<br> And dark and true and tender is the North.<br> O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light<br> Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill,<br> And cheep and twitter twenty million loves.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> O were I thou that she might take me in,<br> And lay me on her bosom, and her heart<br> Would rock the snowy cradle till I died.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love,<br> Delaying as the tender ash delays<br> To clothe herself, when all the woods are green?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown:<br> Say to her, I do but wanton in the South,<br> But in the North long since my nest is made.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> O tell her, brief is life but love is long,<br> And brief the sun of summer in the North,<br> And brief the moon of beauty in the South.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> O Swallow, flying from the golden woods,<br> Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and make her mine,<br> And tell her, tell her, that I follow thee.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a></strong></div>

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