("Jamais Elle Ne Raille.") [Bk. Iii. Xiii.] Where Your Brood Seven Lie, Float In Calm Heavenly, Life Passing Evenly, Waterfowl, Waterfowl! Often I Dream For A Rest Like Your Nest, Skirting The Stream. Shine The Sun Tearfully Ere The Clouds Clear Fully, Still You Skim Cheerfully, Swallow, Oh! Swallow Swift! Often I Sigh For A Home Where You Roam Nearing The Sky! Guileless Of Pondering; Swallow-Eyes Wandering; Seeking No Fonder Ring Than The Rose-Garland Love Gives Thee Apart! Grant Me Soon - Blessed Boon! Home In Thy Heart!