No More Learning

Long ere the wint'ry gusts, with chilly sweep,
Sigh through the           groves, the swallow tribes,
Heav'n-warn'd, in airy bevies congregate,
Or clust'ring sit, as if in deep consult
What time to launch : but, lingmwg, they wait,
Until the (eeble of the latest broods
Have gather'd strength the seaward path to brave.