The Winds of Wonder

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   Prithwindra MUKHERJEE

   October 25, 2024

   “O Cuckoo, shall I call thee a bird
   0r but a wandering voice?”

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   1. 

      RY Deshpande

      October 25, 2024

      Thanks. Here is the full poem:

      To the Cuckoo

      By William Wordsworth

      O blithe New-comer! I have heard,

      I hear thee and rejoice.

      O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,

      Or but a wandering Voice?

      While I am lying on the grass

      Thy twofold shout I hear;

      From hill to hill it seems to pass,

      At once far off, and near.

      Though babbling only to the Vale

      Of sunshine and of flowers,

      Thou bringest unto me a tale

      Of visionary hours.

      Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring!

      Even yet thou art to me

      No bird, but an invisible thing,

      A voice, a mystery;

      The same whom in my school-boy days

      I listened to; that Cry

      Which made me look a thousand ways

      In bush, and tree, and sky.

      To seek thee did I often rove

      Through woods and on the green;

      And thou wert still a hope, a love;

      Still longed for, never seen.

      And I can listen to thee yet;

      Can lie upon the plain

      And listen, till I do beget

      That golden time again.

      O blessèd Bird! the earth we pace

      Again appears to be

      An unsubstantial, faery place;

      That is fit home for Thee!

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