MAY had bid the young lambs play: The first Cuckoo Called from distant fields and grey. Half a dream, and half a bird: He said "Cuckoo," And what magic in the word! 'Twas new earth and a new heaven, Where the Cuckoo "Cuckoo" called from dawn to even. Oh, thou bird of dreams, there come With the Cuckoo All lost summers winging home. The lost days and the lost loves Come with Cuckoo, In soft flight like many doves. Home from winter and the night Fly with Cuckoo The dead youth, the dead delight. |