Laura Jean Kelly
The Swallow's Tribute To The Sky - Poem by Laura Jean Kelly
O Beautiful, thou art my home!
All life, all joy I find in thee!
Thy deep, eternal, perfect dome:
My light, my love, my liberty!
Exiled I am from every land.
Thou art my whole inheritance!
Yet over all thou still dost stand;
The nations bow beneath thy glance.
The mountain peaks do thee enthrone;
Their still lakes with thy brightness shine.
Ah, Beautiful, I am thy own;
As I am thine, so thou art mine.
Thus I, in thee, inherit all.
And when the storm-clouds veil thy blue,
I spread my wings, nor fear to fall,
Held by thy strength, unseen but true.
O Beautiful, thou art my love!
Though past the edge of sight I fly,
I'll always find thy dome above
All range of wing or thought or eye!
I am not lost, where'er I roam,
O'er mountain strong, or heaving sea;
Where thou dost dwell, there is my home,
And nowhere can I hide from thee.
Before the germ of consciousness
Within my silent bosom stirred,
Around me was thy living breath,
Making a Not into a Bird.
Imprisoned in an oval cell -
Dark, silent, still - I nothing knew;
Through every pore, into my shell,
Thou seeped, and knew me through and through.
Thou planted in this tiny breast
A longing for thy boundless space.
And even ere I left the nest,
Through that small hole, I saw thy face.
Thou looked upon my helpless form.
Thou breathed thy life-breath into me!
Thou took my spirit by a storm;
I knew thou wert my destiny.
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