Thursday 21 April 2011

Spring - by William Shakespeare



When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
'Cuckoo'
'Cuckoo, cuckoo!' O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
'Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!' O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.



'Cuckoo'



4 comments:

  1. That was so beautiful Karin! Love the cuckoo bird but don't let Oskar near him!

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  2. Dear Karin, One of the things I love about traveling through certain parts of Europe is to hear the Cuckoo's call. Thanks for posting his picture, we hear him but never see him.

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  3. So pretty....still with all the beautiful manufactured things we make in our world today, the most exquisite things are still those from nature.

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  4. Just lovely - I don't think I've ever heard a bird's cuckoo. Next time I'm in Europe I'll put that on my list.

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