WITH windflower now and daffodil, That bird they call cuckoo Goes shouting now o'er vale and hill His Allelu— Alleluia! He feasts him on the cuckoo's meat, The wood-sorrel, so new, And shouts his grace ere he doth eat— His Allelu— Alleluia! Sith Christ hath left the wormy grave The world's in green and blue, This clerk sings piously his stave, His Allelu— Alleluia! Up hearts! for Jesus Christ, His sake, Who by His dying slew Both death and sin. Here's one awake Calls Allelu— Alleluia! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES BY CLAUDIA by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE MAKING OF MAN by JOHN WHITE CHADWICK TO THE LADY IN THE CHIMSETTE WITH BLACK BUTTONS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS BROTHERLY LOVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE UNSCARRED FIGHTER REMEMBERS FRANCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |