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 I hear the Cuckoo when first he

Makes this green world's discovery,

And re-creates it in my mind,

Proving my eyes were growing blind.

I see the rainbow come forth clear

And wave her coloured scarf to cheer

The sun long swallowed by a flood—

So do I live in lane and wood.

Let me look forward to each spring

As eager as the birds that sing;

And feed my eyes on spring's young flowers

Before the bees by many hours,

My heart to leap and sing her praise

Before the birds by many days.

Go white my hair and skin go dry—

But let my heart a dewdrop lie

Inside those leaves when they go wrong,

As fresh as when my life was young.