Quote#Nature
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow
Quote byAlgernon Charles Swinburne · 1837–1909
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Poems and Ballads: First Series (1866), "Itylus".
English (original)
Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow, How can thine heart be full of the spring? A thousand summers are over and dead. What hast thou found in the spring to follow? What hast thou found in thine heart to sing? What wilt thou do when the summer is shed?
— Algernon Charles Swinburne
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