THE lingering loon flies over the marsh And the night bird nestles in dew, The river is cold and the winds are harsh, But what is it that goes cuhchoo? What is it that goes cuhchoo, cuhchoo? Oh, what is it that goes cuhchoo? Then the rail comes up from his lushy bed And wings to the realms of blue; Wild lilies soak where the bullfrogs croak, But what is it that goes cuhchoo? What is it that goes cuhchoo, cuhchoo? Oh, what is it that goes cuhchoo? O'er the whispering reeds the rice-hen speeds, And the meadow-lark singing anew, And I know in the swail the song of the rail, But what is it that goes cuhchoo? What is it that goes cuhchoo, cuhchoo? Oh, what is it that goes cuhchoo? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUNERAL OF YOUTH: THRENODY by RUPERT BROOKE RABBI BEN EZRA by ROBERT BROWNING THE BIRTH SONG OF CHRIST by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS POSTHUMOUS REMORSE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ANNIVERS: BAPTISMT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 125 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ANY LOVER TO HIS LASS by BERTON BRALEY THE GREAT ADVENTURE (WITH ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO GEORGE MATTHEW ADAMS) by BERTON BRALEY |