Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LINNET, by JAMES HEDDERWICK



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First Line: Tuck, tuck, feer - from the green and growing leaves
Last Line: With her little household nestled 'mong the boughs!
Subject(s): Linnets; Summer


TUCK, tuck, feer -- from the green and growing leaves;
Ic, ic, ic -- from the little song-bird's throat;
How the silver chorus weaves in the sun and 'neath the eaves,
While from dewy clover fields comes the lowing of the beeves,
And the summer in the heavens is afloat!

Wye, wye, chir -- 'tis the little linnet sings;
Weet, weet, weet -- how his pipy treble trills!
In his bill and on his wings what a joy the linnet brings,
As over all the sunny earth his merry lay he flings,
Giving gladness to the music of the rills!

Ic, ic, ir -- from a happy heart unbound;
Lug, lug, jee -- from the dawn till close of day!
There is rapture in the sound as it fills the sunshine round,
Till the ploughman's careless whistle, and the shepherd's pipe are
And the mower sings unheeded 'mong the hay! [drown'd

Jug, jug, joey -- oh, how sweet the linnet's theme!
Peu, peu, poy -- is he wooing all the while?
Does he dream he is in heaven, and is telling now his dream,
To soothe the heart of pretty girl basking by the stream,
Or waiting for her lover at the stile?

Pipe, pipe, chow -- will the linnet never weary?
Bel, bel, tyr -- is he pouring forth his vows?
The maiden lone and dreary may feel her heart grow cheery,
Yet none may know the linnet's bliss except his own sweet dearie,
With her little household nestled 'mong the boughs!





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