SWALLOWS TRAVEL TO AND FRO 37
And the live air, fanned with wings, Bright with breeze and sunshine, brings Into contact distant things, And makes all the" countries one-
Let us wander where we will, Something kindred greets us still; Something seen on vale or hill Falls familiar on the heart; So, at scent or sound or sight, Severed souls by day and night Tremble with the same delight— Tremble, half the world apart.
TO MESDAMES ZASSETSKY AND GARSCHINE
THE wind may blaw the lee-gang way And aye the lift be mirk an' gray, An deep the moss and steigh the brae
Where a' maun gang — There's still an hoor in ilka day
For luve and sang.