The Wonder Maker
Come, if thou'rt cold to Summer's charms, Her clouds of green, her starry flowers, And let this bird, this wandering bird, Make his fine wonder yours; He, hiding in the leaves so green, When sampling this fair world of ours, Cries cuckoo, clear; and like Lot's wife, I look, though it should cost my life. When I can hear that charmed one's voice, I taste of immortality; My joy's so great that on my heart Doth lie eternity, As light as any little flower, So strong a wonder works in me; Cuckoo! he cries, and fills my soul With all that's rich and beautiful.
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"Come, if thou'rt cold to Summer's charms,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Henry Davies delivers a powerful performance in "The Wonder Maker"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...