Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CUCKOO, by KATHARINE TYNAN Poet's Biography First Line: His voice runs before me; I follow, it flies Last Line: But when he calls cuckoo, the summer is here. Alternate Author Name(s): Hinkson, Katharine Tynan Subject(s): Birds; Cuckoos | ||||||||
HIS voice runs before me; I follow, it flies, It is now in the meadow, and now 'mid the skies; So blithesome, so lightsome, now distant, now here, And when he calls Cuckoo, the summer is near. He calls back the roses, red roses that went At the first blast of winter, so sad and forspent, With the dew in their bosoms, young roses and dear, And when he calls Cuckoo, the summer is near. I would twine him a gold cage, but what would he do For his world of the emerald, his bath in the blue, And his wee feathered comrades to make him good cheer? And when he calls Cuckoo, the summer is near. Now, blackbird, give over your harping of gold! Brown thrush and green linnet, your music withhold! The flutes of the forest are silver and clear, But when he calls Cuckoo, the summer is here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SILVER SWANS: 14. HOTOTOGISU - HOROBIRETE by KENNETH REXROTH ODE TO THE CUCKOO by MICHAEL BRUCE AMORETTI: 19 by EDMUND SPENSER TO THE CUCKOO (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 3. TO THE CUCKOO by MARK AKENSIDE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE CUCKOO by ALEXANDER ANDERSON NIGHTINGALE AND CUCKOO by ALFRED AUSTIN A CUCKOO SONG by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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