The Swift

O little swift alight by me, tell me what you see?
While flying high up in the sky unhindered wild and free
To us below, who may not know you fly both night and day
With rapid speed without impede yet always far away
With blazing pace I seen you chase and catch a shooting star
Then watched you swoon beneath the moon while gazing from afar
But can you fly beyond the sky to spy on heaven's gate?
Oh pray, do tell if many fell while gathered there in wait
So if some day your wit may stray if only for a while
To see you land upon my hand would surely make me smile