The Coo Of The Cushat

Over the smooth lawns, broider’d with violets,

Over the hedges of snow-white thorn,

Over the billowy, pink apple-blossoms,

The musical coo of the cushat is borne.

In the still depths of the dim old plantations,

Where the sweet whispering night-wind stirs

The delicate scent from the dew-sprinkled flowers,

It sings by its nest in the tall green firs.

So peaceful, so pure, so divinely contented,

The world out of sight and its true love nigh

Their little grey wings softly folded together,-

What dreams I have set to that melody!

I listen at dawn, and I listen at even;

I hear the notes bubbling all day long

Through the woodpecker’s laugh and the chirp of the titmouse,-

Little dove, yours is the sweetest song!

‘Tis not a sad song, though it sets me a-crying-

But gladness too deep to be spoken aloud;

Nor forlorn, though ’tis sung in the loneliest places-

But only too sacred to sing to a crowd.

I envy you, though you’re so small and so humble;

I wish I were like you, you shy little dove-

So far from the world and so free from its passion,

Yet sure of your white eggs and sure of your love.

I wish I were pure from low earthly ambitions,

As quiet and calm and contented as you;

I wish my heart held such a well-spring of music,

That I were as gentle and trustful and true.

Little dove, you were worthy to carry the olive

Over the waters to Noah’s host,

To die for the mother of Christ in the Temple,

To be chosen for shrine of the Holy Ghost.

And now you have only to live and be happy,

To rear up your young ones and teach them to coo;

O sing on, and teach me the heavenly lessons,

To be faithful and worthy of God’s work too.

Teach me so humbly to take what He gives me,

The manifold duties, the great and the small;

Teach me so simply to do what He bids me,

Loving and trustful, and thankful for all

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• Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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