The Poetry Corner

An Old-Time Lay.

By Victor-Marie Hugo

("Jamais elle ne raille.") [Bk. III. xiii.] Where your brood seven lie, Float in calm heavenly, Life passing evenly, Waterfowl, waterfowl! often I dream For a rest Like your nest, Skirting the stream. Shine the sun tearfully Ere the clouds clear fully, Still you skim cheerfully, Swallow, oh! swallow swift! often I sigh For a home Where you roam Nearing the sky! Guileless of pondering; Swallow-eyes wandering; Seeking no fonder ring Than the rose-garland Love gives thee apart! Grant me soon - Blessed boon! Home in thy heart!