| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 12501900. |
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| John Logan. 17481788 |
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| 476. To the Cuckoo |
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| HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! | |
| Thou messenger of Spring! | |
| Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, | |
| And woods thy welcome ring. | |
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| What time the daisy decks the green, | 5 |
| Thy certain voice we hear: | |
| Hast thou a star to guide thy path, | |
| Or mark the rolling year? | |
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| Delightful visitant! with thee | |
| I hail the time of flowers, | 10 |
| And hear the sound of music sweet | |
| From birds among the bowers. | |
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| The schoolboy, wand'ring through the wood | |
| To pull the primrose gay, | |
| Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, | 15 |
| And imitates thy lay. | |
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| What time the pea puts on the bloom, | |
| Thou fli'st thy vocal vale, | |
| An annual guest in other lands, | |
| Another Spring to hail. | 20 |
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| Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, | |
| Thy sky is ever clear; | |
| Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, | |
| No Winter in thy year! | |
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| O could I fly, I'd fly with thee! | 25 |
| We'd make, with joyful wing, | |
| Our annual visit o'er the globe, | |
| Companions of the Spring. | |
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