It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“But what I found out that summer . . . was that I could swallow whatever hit me and let it sink… — Per Petterson Copy Share Image
“It is said that one swallow does not make a summer, but can it be that because one swallow does not make… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
