Fly!

Fly, fly, my friendly homeing words;
Into her taking hands, up to her eyes,
Fly, fly, and sing to her like birds
That in the summer air do sweep the skies
With hopefulness to lookers down below,
And give my message. Yes, please let her know
That all the day I think of her most dear,
And wish that she, that she alone were here
To take from thoughts unpenned their loving glow.
Fly, fly, fly, fly! Oh let her know!
My letter’s in the envelope, it’s stamped;
It’s in the postal box to which I tramped;
It soon will mix with others on the plane,
Then fly, fly, fly, on through the rain!

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