Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, <br />Starting on your autumn flight, <br />Pause a moment at my window, <br />Twitter softly your good-night; <br />For the summer days are over, <br />All your duties are well done, <br />And the happy homes you builded <br />Have grown empty, one by one. <br />Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, <br />Are you ready for your flight? <br />Are all the feather cloaks completed? <br />Are the little caps all right? <br />Are the young wings strong and steady <br />For the journey through the sky? <br />Come again in early spring-time; <br />And till then, good-by, good-by! <br /><br /><br />Louisa May Alcott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-short-story-what-the-swallows-did/
