Swifts, by Peter France and Jon Stallworthy At twilight the swifts have no way /
Of stemming the cool blue cascade. /
It bursts from clamouring throats, /
A torrent that cannot be stayed.
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Swifts, by A. S. Kline At twilight the swifts have no power, /
to hold back that pale blue coolness. /
It bursts from throats, a clamour /
an outpour that can’t grow l...