Cuckoos

The Attic warbler pours her throatResponsive to the cuckoo's note.

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And now I hear its voice again,For me it never sings in vain.

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Oh, could I fly, I'd fly with thee! Companions of the spring.

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Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, No winter in thy year.

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The cuckoo builds not for himself.

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And being fed by us you used us soUseth the sparrow.

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The cuckoo then on every tree,Unpleasing to a married ear.

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The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring,His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.

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While I deduce,The symphony of spring.

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List—'twas the cuckoo—O, with what delightIs wheeling hitherward.

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O blithe New-comer! I have heard,Or but a wandering Voice?

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