| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| W. Wordsworth |
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| CCXLIII. To the Cuckoo |
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| O BLITHE new-comer! I have heard, | |
| I hear thee and rejoice. | |
| O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, | |
| Or but a wandering Voice? | |
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| While I am lying on the grass | 5 |
| Thy twofold shout I hear; | |
| From hill to hill it seems to pass, | |
| At once far off and near. | |
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| Though babbling only to the vale | |
| Of sunshine and of flowers, | 10 |
| Thou bringest unto me a tale | |
| Of visionary hours. | |
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| Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! | |
| Even yet thou art to me | |
| No bird, but an invisible thing, | 15 |
| A voice, a mystery; | |
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| The same whom in my schoolboy days | |
| I listen'd to; that Cry | |
| Which made me look a thousand ways | |
| In bush, and tree, and sky. | 20 |
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| To seek thee did I often rove | |
| Through woods and on the green; | |
| And thou wert still a hope, a love— | |
| Still long'd for, never seen! | |
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| And I can listen to thee yet; | 25 |
| Can lie upon the plain | |
| And listen, till I do beget | |
| That golden time again. | |
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| O blessed Bird! the earth we pace | |
| Again appears to be | 30 |
| An unsubstantial, faery place, | |
| That is fit home for thee! | |
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