i remember,i remember where i was used to swing, and thought the air must rush and fresh to swallows on the wing; my spirit flew in feathers then that is so heavy now, and summer pools could hardly cool the fever on my brow.
i remember,i rememberwhere i was used to swing,and thought the air must rush and freshto swallows on the wing;my spirit flew in feathers thenthat is so heavy now,and summer pools could hardly coolthe fever on my brow.