Carol and Cadence New poems: MDCCCCII-MDCCCCVII: By John Payne |
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 | Carol and Cadence |  |
THE CUCKOO.
I hear the cuckoo's chime,
That reckless double rhyme
Of his; he challenges the world to match it.
There's not another bird
To take him at his word;
No rhymer in the world, he knows, can catch it.
That reckless double rhyme
Of his; he challenges the world to match it.
There's not another bird
To take him at his word;
No rhymer in the world, he knows, can catch it.
Hope once, in dreams inane,
Showed me a vision vain,
A heaven of love, there is no wealth might buy it;
And in this world of men
I've gone about since then,
Seeking a mortal maid to whom I might apply it.
Showed me a vision vain,
A heaven of love, there is no wealth might buy it;
And in this world of men
I've gone about since then,
Seeking a mortal maid to whom I might apply it.
Ah, cuckoo, thou and I,
For somewhat, sure, we sigh,
That is not in our world of shreds and patches;
And that is why we shun
Our fellows and the sun
And only tell our tale by scraps and snatches.
For somewhat, sure, we sigh,
That is not in our world of shreds and patches;
And that is why we shun
Our fellows and the sun
And only tell our tale by scraps and snatches.
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