And now I hear its voice again, And still its message is of peace, It sings of love that will not cease, For me it never sings in vain. Fredk Locker-Lampson.The Cuckoo.
Oh, could I fly, Id fly with thee! Wed make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit oer the globe, Companions of the spring. John LoganTo the Cuckoo. Attributed also to Michael Bruce.
Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year. John LoganTo the Cuckoo. Attributed also to Michael Bruce. Arguments in favor of Logan in Notes and Queries, April, 1902. P. 309. In favor of Bruce, June 14, 1902. P. 469.
The cuckoo then on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear. Loves Labours Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 908.
Listtwas the cuckooO, with what delight Heard I that voice! and catch it now, though faint, Far off and faint, and melting into air, Yet not to be mistaken. Hark again! Those louder cries give notice that the bird, Although invisible as Echos self, Is wheeling hitherward. WordsworthThe Cuckoo at Laverna.