O Swallow, Swallow おお　燕よ　燕　 Gustav Holst （1874年-1934年）　の「Songs from “The Princess”」より 詩は　Alfred Lord Tennyson （1809年-1892年） O Swallow, Swallow, flying flying South, Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, what I tell to thee. O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North. O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light Upon her lattice, I would pipe and trill, And cheep and twitter twenty million loves. O were I thou that she might take me in, And lay me on her bosom, and her heart Would rock the snowy cradle till I died. Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, Delaying as the tender ash delays To clothe herself, when all the woods are green? O tell her, Swallow, that thy brood is flown: Say to her, I do but wanton in the South, But in the North long since my nest is made. O tell her, brief is life but love is long, And brief the sun of summer in the North, And brief the moon of beauty in the South. O Swallow, flying from the golden woods, Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and make her mine, And tell her, tell her, that I follow thee. 【ＭＩＤＩ制作：ちーさん】 ＭＩＤＩ音源を鳴らす時は スタートの矢印をクリックしてね♪ この詩は王子が北の国のわが家にいるとき、 王女に対して抱く恋心を燕に託したものです。 ホルストは斜体の部分の詩には音をつけていません。 （へへへ、これで暗譜ができる♪）