The world has grown too big, <br />The firmament too wide: <br />I could lose you in a moment <br />Like a leaf borne on the tide, <br /> <br />Like a swallow on a cloudy day, <br />Like a feather in the storm, <br />Like a flame that's fading in the grate <br />Though I'm longing to be warm. <br /> <br />Leaf, come drifting back to me <br />Like some miracle of fate; <br />Swallow, turn and fly my way - <br />By autumn, it's too late; <br /> <br />Feather, blow against my face - <br />I'll feel your touch at night; <br />Flame, rekindle in my hearth - <br />There is no other light.<br /><br />Giles Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-swallow-11/
