This is the weather the cuckoo likes, and so do I;
When showers be-tumble the chestnut spikes,
and nestlings fly:
And the little brown nightingale bills his best,
and they sit out-side at “The Travellers’ Rest”
And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest,
And citizens dream of the south and west,
and so do I.

This is the weather the shepherd shuns, and so do I
When beeches drip in browns and duns,
and thresh and ply;
And hill hid tides throb, throe on throe,
and meadow rivulets overflow,
And drops on gate bars hang in a row,
And rooks in families home ward go,
and so do I.


words by Thomas Hardy

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