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"To The Cuckoo" by William Wordsworth | Poem Recital

Welcome to a soothing recital of "To The Cuckoo" by William Wordsworth. This sweet poem captures the essence of nature's beauty and the joy of hearing the first cuckoo of the year. Be transported into Wordsworth's world of wonder, where the simple sounds of nature inspire and delight. If you love poetry and fables, make sure to hit the like button and subscribe for more at The Fable Focus. Share your thoughts in the comments below — we’d love to hear how this poem resonates with you! Here’s the full text of the 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!