THE CUCKOO AND THE OWL : A SONG .
THE flowers of Spring
Are opening Their lovely eyes ; The little birds With warbling words Again refresh the skies ; Again the cuckoo cries From far and near With challenge clear, " Cuckoo 1 Cuckoo Cuckoo ! Cuckoo ! "
Through all the green, A shape unseen, - He rings his joy bell true, " Cuckoo 1 Cuckoo !" a hundred times Its golden echo chimes.
Till shadows fall On road and wall ; The butterflies Close their soft wings, And no bird sings Or flutters through the skies.
Only the lone owl cries, As silently he floats, _ With long drawn, mournful notes : " Tu woo I to woo, to woo ! "
But hark but hark ! the brave cuckoo., Disputes with him the twilight through, And like a peal of vesper bells, ,
His " Cuckoo 1 Cuckoo ! Cuckoo 1 " swells.
- _:ALFRED: TERCEVAL GRAVES.
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