The Greater Celandine Fairy

You come with the Spring,
O swallow on high!
You come with the Spring,
And so do I.

Your nest, I know,
Is under the eaves;
While far below
Are my flowers and leaves.

Yet, to and fro
As you dart and fly,
You swoop so low
That you brush me by!

I come with the Spring;
The wall is my home;
I come with the Spring
When the swallows come.