Screaming Swift, swoops and soars
Gimlet eyed and blackened heads
Announcing summer with their words
In clouds they builds their downy beds
Flies across oceans and seas
Flits, flaps, floats and screeches high
Every year their sight to please
Every year I wonder why
The cabbage white floats on the breeze
The Swift is arrow straight and dives
Turns and glides to build its home
The cabbage white just flutters by,
Neither master of the sky.
So Graves’ White, Longfellow’s birds
Both fly through this azure world
Like us they seek other games
But each its destiny just the same.