Ode To Cuckoo

Utter not a word O sweet sonorous bird Lest thy lustful note In spring amorous longing evoke Or thy voluptuous voice awake Eve's cursed mortal taste By this mellow melody If you wish to invoke yearning in Serene panorama of stoic wood Or herald in green girls the dawn of womanhood Then instead go to places Where dame beautiful and her beau Have been forced each other to bid adieu And are compelled to live apart Harbouring passion in their heart They probably will value your song Just to ease pangs and patience to prolong