The Stream Is Very Sweet To-Day . . . Just See The Swallow Dart! How Fleet! It Sent A Shiver To My Heart. If He Had Lived, You Say, Well, Well, If He Had Lived, What Then? Some Men Will Always Argue, Yes, I Know . . . Of Course . . The Argument Has Force. If He Had Lived, He Might Have Changed, From Bad To Worse? Nay, My Shrewd Balance-Setter, Why Not From Good To Better? Why Not To Best? To Joy And Splendour? O, My Boy! I Did Not Want This Argument In The Least, My Soul Had Ceased From Doubt And Questioning, That Swallow'S Wing! What A Transcendent Rush! Hush! Hush! Or, If You Talk, Talk Low: For . . . Do You Know . . . Just As The Swallow Dipt, I Felt As If A Soft Hand Slipt Its Fingers Into Mine He's Near He's With Us . . . 'Tis Not Right The Child Should Hear This Jangling . . . Low Then, Low! Or This Is Better . . . Go, Go, Darling; Play Upon The Bank, And Prank Your Hair With Daisy And With Buttercup, And We Will Meet You Higher Up. Now Then . . . If He Had Lived? If My Sweet Son Had Lived? . . . You Stare . . . There! There! 'Tis Gone, 'Tis Gone, It Was The Swallow'S Dart That Sent A Shiver To My Heart.