Ambarvalia/Burbidge/To the Cuckoo in Spring
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TO THE CUCKOO IN SPRING.
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O Solitary of the Spring,
Why still, this heavenly morn,
Must thou of future glories sing,
And blessings to be born?
O cease, thou tedious Prophet, cease!
Here let the heart delay,
And taste a moment's perfect peace
Before it pass away!
—Still louder and with louder glee
The Cuckoo preached he bolder,
Of something better yet to be
When Time should be yet older.