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Rh Now advancing o'er the plain, Ev'ning's dusky shades appear, And the cuckoo's voice again Gently steals upon mine ear; While retiring from the view, Thus she bids the day adieu: Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Cuckoo! Thus she bids the day adieu.

 

bird, enchantress of the earth, Born in the world's young prime, The only bird of Eden birth Left to this latter time.

Why on the joyous sunny day Thy golden notes expend? To lonely night belongs thy lay; Save thee she has no friend.

The day, it has a thousand songs, Of leaflet, bird, and bee; The merry bell to the day belongs,— The night, it has but thee.

Then for sad solitary night Reserve thy downy lay; And she to thee, for this delight, Full many thanks will pay.

List'ning all still, o'er vale and hill, While from some copsewood tree Thou with charm'd trill the air dost fill, Blending all things in thee.

