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Plz help me friends.... Plz give me the poem of To The Cuckoo..... by William Wordsworth....

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Answered by Anonymous
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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! 

Answered by Amuletheart
2

Heyaa dear frnd!!!!


Here is your answer!!!


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!


HoPe it helps you ^_^



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