Summer is y-comen in, Loude sing, cuckoo! Groweth seed and bloweth meed And spring'th the woode now -- Sing cuckoo! Ewe bleateth after lamb, Low'th after calfe cow; Bullock starteth, bucke farteth. Merry sing, cuckoo! Cuckoo, Cuckoo! Well sing'st thou cuckoo: Ne swike thou never now! Sing cuckoo, now! Sing cuckoo! Sing cuckoo. Sing, cuckoo, now! [Sumer is icumen in. Lhude sing cuccu. Groweth sed And bloweth med And springth the wude nu. Sing cuccu! Awe bleteth after lomb, Lhouth after calve cu; Bulluc sterteth, Bucke verteth, Murie sing cuccu. Cuccu, cuccu. Wel singes thu cuccu, Ne swike thu naver nu. Sing cuccu, nu. Sing cuccu, Sing cuccu, sing cuccu nu!] | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERITAGE by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT ODE TO TOBACCO by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY LINES WRITTEN BY A DEATH-BED by MATTHEW ARNOLD A PALIMPSEST by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY THE RETURN OF YOUTH by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT LOVE'S COURTSHIP by THOMAS CAREW TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. AMONG THE FERNS by EDWARD CARPENTER |