ah: Loude sing cuckoo Groweth seed and bloweth mead And spring the woods anew Sing cuckoo Ewe now bleateth after lamb low After calf the cow Bullock starteth, buck now verteth Merry sing cuckoo Cuckoo, cuckoo Well sing'st thou cuckoo Now cease than never now
beautiful; would sit well with the cuckoo picture?
When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men: for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O, word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! - William Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost (Spring at V, ii)
Summer is acumen in. Loude sing cuckoo Groweth seed and bloweth mead And spring the woods anew Sing cuckoo Ewe now
ReplyDeleteyes my spelling is not always SPOT on, mainly because the keyboard is too small for my paws. Huhh.
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ReplyDeleteLoude sing cuckoo
Groweth seed and bloweth mead
And spring the woods anew
Sing cuckoo
Ewe now bleateth after lamb low
After calf the cow
Bullock starteth, buck now verteth
Merry sing cuckoo
Cuckoo, cuckoo
Well sing'st thou cuckoo
Now cease than never now
beautiful; would sit well with the cuckoo picture?
or even better:
ReplyDeleteWhen daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men: for thus sings he, Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: O, word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!
- William Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost
(Spring at V, ii)
It is amazing how sensitive Shakespeare was to the flora around him, he was a brilliant naturalist.
ReplyDeleteand by the way, thank you for the link
ReplyDeleteYour very welcome, thank you for your wonderful pictures and sharing your knowledge.
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