THE lingering loon flies over the marsh And the night bird nestles in dew, The river is cold and the winds are harsh, But what is it that goes cuhchoo? What is it that goes cuhchoo, cuhchoo? Oh, what is it that goes cuhchoo? Then the rail comes up from his lushy bed And wings to the realms of blue; Wild lilies soak where the bullfrogs croak, But what is it that goes cuhchoo? What is it that goes cuhchoo, cuhchoo? Oh, what is it that goes cuhchoo? O'er the whispering reeds the rice-hen speeds, And the meadow-lark singing anew, And I know in the swail the song of the rail, But what is it that goes cuhchoo? What is it that goes cuhchoo, cuhchoo? Oh, what is it that goes cuhchoo? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUET by W. I. LINCOLN ADAMS ON READING THE 'RUBAIYAT' OF OMAR KHAYYAM IN A KENTISH ROSE GARDEN by MATHILDE BLIND THE SIGHING TIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN UNINITIATED by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE NOTWITHSTANDING by JAMES BUCKHAM DIVINE LOVE; THE ESSENTIAL CHARACTERISTIC OF TRUE RELIGION by JOHN BYROM TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. LITTLE BROOK WITHOUT A NAME by EDWARD CARPENTER |