THE welcome guest of sunny spring, 

The swallow, too, has come at last; 

Just at sunset, when thrushes sing, 

I saw her dash with rapid wing, 

And hailed her as she pass'd. 

Come, blithesome visitant, attach 

To my reed roof your nest of clay, 

And let my ear your music catch, 

Low twittering underneath the thatch, 

At the gray dawn of day. 

Charlotte Smith.