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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CUCKOO, by ANONYMOUS First Line: The cuckoo is a pretty bird Last Line: And off with her I'd go Subject(s): Birds;cuckoos | |||
THE cuckoo is a pretty bird, She singeth as she flies; She bringeth us good tidings, She telleth us no lies; She sucketh all sweet flowers To keep her throttle clear, And every time she singeth Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo! The summer draweth near. The cuckoo is a giddy bird, No other is as she, That flits across the meadow, That sings in every tree. A nest she never buildeth, A vagrant she doth roam; Her music is but tearful -- Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo! "I nowhere have a home." The cuckoo is a witty bird, Arriving with the spring. When summer suns are waning She spreadeth wide her wing. She flies th' approaching winter, She hates the rain and snow; Like her, I would be singing, Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo! And off with her I'd go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SILVER SWANS: 14. HOTOTOGISU - HOROBIRETE by KENNETH REXROTH ODE TO THE CUCKOO by MICHAEL BRUCE AMORETTI: 19 by EDMUND SPENSER TO THE CUCKOO (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 3. TO THE CUCKOO by MARK AKENSIDE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE CUCKOO by ALEXANDER ANDERSON NIGHTINGALE AND CUCKOO by ALFRED AUSTIN A CUCKOO SONG by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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