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HIS is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly: And the little brown nightingale bills his best, And they sit outside at "The Travellers' Rest," And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest, And citizens dream of the south and west, And so do I.

This is the weather the shepherd shuns, And so do I; When beeches drip in browns and duns, And thresh, and ply;