Stand with eyes fixed, the Cuckoo calls Let all the world go blind! Should any search be made at all, Let it be for the Wind! At Birdland Corner, where I live, And daffodils appear The hero of my life and dreams Cries 'Cuckoo' every year. He is my life's example, and His spirit fills my place; That I, like him, would be a voice, And never show my face. And let my notes be cries of joy, Too simple to despise; That children from their cradles love, And hearts grown old and wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE MEMORY OF THE HEART by DANIEL WEBSTER THE PROCLAMATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LES HALLES D'YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN CAPTAIN TOM AND CAPTAIN HUGH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN HUGH STUART BOYD: LEGACIES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |