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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Poems in English 

• Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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