O Swallow! if I had your wings
I would not stay below;
I'd leave off catching flies and things
And up to Heaven I'd go.
I'd sail above the tallest tree
That waves its arms on high;
Beyond the furthest cloud we see,
And deeper than the sky.
Perhaps, when live birds find the way,
They're all sent down again,
And that is why you dive to-day
For insects in the rain.