Swift Goes The Sooty Swallow O'Er The Heath, Swifter Than Skims The Cloud-Rack Of The Skies; As Swiftly Flies Its Shadow Underneath, And On His Wing The Twittering Sunbeam Lies, As Bright As Water Glitters In The Eyes Of Those It Passes; 'Tis A Pretty Thing, The Ornament Of Meadows And Clear Skies: With Dingy Breast And Narrow Pointed Wing, Its Daily Twittering Is A Song To Spring.