 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
THE CUCKOO.
I
When daisies pied, and snowdrops pale,And young May-blossoms, gleaming bright,
And slender lilies of the vale
Have fringed the robes of Spring with white,
The Cuckoo on the hawthorn-tree
Sings all the morning merrily:
Cuckoo! Cuckoo! come forth to play,
The Spring is Nature's holiday.
II
When children gather wreaths of flowers,Or plait green rushes into crowns,
And lovers meet at twilight hours,
In woodland corners far from towns,
The soft sweet voice re-echoes still,
Through grove and mead, o'er vale and hill,
Cuckoo! Cuckoo! and seems to say,
O Life, be Love! O Love, be May!
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