Florence Cole-Talbert — Villanelle

Swiftly the swallows are flying Far in the depths of the sky Songster to songster replying As on light wings they are hieing As on light wings they are hieing There where the flowers are bright Swiftly the swallows are flying Often have my wistful eyes Watched the flying of the swallow And my longing soul would follow Upward as it winged its way Ah! Ah! To the land of the unknown Ah! And my longing soul would follow Upward as it winged its way Oh, swiftly the swallows are flying Far away in the blue heavens Swift fly the swallows Toward that far land, my beloved Would I were winging my flight There thou art waiting so lonely Waiting, O Love, for me only Waiting, O Love, for me only There where the flowers are bright Trust in me, Love, I am coming! To thee, my Love, I am coming I am coming Ah! I am coming