The Cuckoo

1 heai-d the cuckoo at the cvening's close Trlll its low calis from out a bowcr o blossom ; And, at the soumi, a trlll of joy nrose And tiembled through my bosom A radden raptara lived in every veln ; My heart lcap'd up to greet the glad uewcomer; And dreama of childhood dauceil about my brain In vvhispers of the summer I Could I transíalo tlmt trlll of joy to men- To weary struggliug souls could I but show It Iu swoctnoss and in tendcrness - ah, then 1 might be decmed a poet !