Cuckoo!

Clouds of golden daybreak1
                           
                           Are in dew exhaling ;2
                           
                           Bright above the rainbow,3
                           
                           Snowy clouds are sailing.4
                           Hark !  the changeless echo5
                           
                           Of that wandering bird,6
                           
                           Never tired repeating7
                           
                           That Numidian word,8
                           
                           Cuckoo !9
                           Sweet are April mornings10
                           
                           When the showers are over,11
                           
                           And the rain-drops sparkle12
                           
                           On the three-leafed clover.13
                           There again the echo14
                           
                           Of the phantom bird,15
                           
                           Never tired repeating16
                           
                           That enchanter’s word,17
                           
                           Cuckoo !18
                           Eastern clouds and roses19
                           
                           Turn when day arises ;20
                           
                           Night’s dim shadows, Phœbus21
                           
                           With a shaft surprises.22
                           Pleasant then the echo23
                           
                           Of Spring’s herald bird,24
                           
                           Never tired repeating25
                           
                           That mysterious word,26
                           
                           Cuckoo !27
                           Bright the buds around us28
                           
                           Everywhere are laughing,29
                           
                           While the cowslips’ honey30
                           
                           Many a bee is quaffing.31
                           Sweet in spring the echo32
                           
                           Of that Afric bird,33
                           
                           Never tired repeating34
                           
                           That Numidian word,35
                           
                           Cuckoo !  Cuckoo !36