<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Cuckoo</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O BLITHE New-comer! I have heard,<br>I hear thee and rejoice.<br>O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird,<br>Or but a wandering Voice?<br> <br>While I am lying on the grass<br>Thy twofold shout I hear,<br>From hill to hill it seems to pass,<br>At once far off, and near.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though babbling only to the Vale,<br>Of Sunshine and of flowers,<br>Thou bringest unto me a tale<br>Of visionary hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!<br>Even yet thou art to me<br>No bird, but an invisible thing,<br>A voice, a mystery;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The same whom in my school-boy days<br>I listened to; that Cry<br>Which made me look a thousand ways<br>In bush, and tree, and sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To seek thee did I often rove<br>Through woods and on the green;<br>And thou wert still a hope, a love;<br>Still longed for, never seen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I can listen to thee yet;<br>Can lie upon the plain<br>And listen, till I do beget<br>That golden time again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O blessed Bird! the earth we pace<br>Again appears to be<br>An unsubstantial, faery place;<br>That is fit home for Thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540228" data-title="To The Cuckoo de William Wordsworth" data-description="O BLITHE New-comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice. O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though..."></div> </div> </div>

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