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Screaming Swift, swoops and soars

Gimlet eyed and blackened heads

Announcing summer with their words

In clouds they builds their downy beds

 

Flies across oceans and seas

Flits, flaps, floats and screeches high

Every year their sight to please

Every year I wonder why

 

 

The cabbage white floats on the breeze

The Swift is arrow straight and dives

Turns and glides to build its home

The cabbage white just flutters by,

Neither master of the sky.

 

So Graves’ White, Longfellow’s birds

Both fly through this azure world

Like us they seek other games

But each its destiny just the same.

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