In Norton wood the sun was bright, In Norton wood the air was light, And meek anemonies, Kissed by the April breeze, Were trembling left and right. Ah, vigorous year! Ah, primrose dear With smile so arch! Ah, budding larch! Ah, hyacinth so blue, We also must make free with you! Where are those cowslips hiding? But we should not be chiding -- The ground is covered every inch -- What sayest, master finch? I see you on the swaying bough! And very neat you are, I vow! And Dora says it is "the happiest day!" @3Her birthday, hers!@1 And there's a jay, And from that clump of firs Shoots a great pigeon, purple, blue, and gray. And, coming home, Well-laden, as we clomb Sweet Walton hill, A cuckoo shouted with a will -- "Cuckoo! cuckoo!" the first we've heard! "Cuckoo! cuckoo!" God bless the bird! Scarce time to take his breath, And now "Cuckoo!" he saith -- Cuckoo! cuckoo! three cheers! And let the welkin ring! He has not folded wing Since last he saw Algiers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HILL-SIDE TREE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM THE WHITE WOMEN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE PRETTY GIRL OF LOCH DAN by SAMUEL FERGUSON ROME. AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS NEAR THE GRAVES OF SHELLEY by THOMAS HARDY THE CHOIRMASTER'S BURIAL by THOMAS HARDY THE MORNING-GLORY by MARIA WHITE LOWELL THE HARLEM DANCER by CLAUDE MCKAY |