Ben and the Martins by ADS

I built a house for themAnd watched them every eveningAnd from my lounging chair,Set on green, green grass amidParading colors marching by(golden daffodils, puple pansiesand velvet roses in a row),I watched their darting waysUntil my eyes were closed.Now I wing and wheel the airAbove the house where I once lived.My soul, torn from my pain-wracked flesh,Is loosed and I am free.With all the martins I can swoopAbove the garden I designed,Darting low to gently brushMy Julie’s silvered hairAs she walks among the roses.Let martins wing away for winter,I have no will for far-off lands;…my heart is not quite free!