To the Cuckoo | William Wordsworth

O blithe New-comer! I have heard,

I hear thee and rejoice.

O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird,

Or but a wandering Voice?

While I am lying on the grass

Thy twofold shout I hear;

From hill to hill it seems to pass,

At once far off, and near.

Though babbling only to the Vale

Of sunshine and of flowers,

Thou bringest unto me a tale

Of visionary hours.

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Thrice welcome darling of the Spring !

Even yet thou art to me

No bird, but an invisible thing,

A voice, a mystery;

The same whom in my my schools-boys days

I listened to; that Cry

Which made me look a thousand ways

In bush, and tree, and sky.

To seek thee did I often rove

Through woods and on the green;

And thou wert still a hope, a love;

Still longed for, never seen.

And I can listen to thee yet;

Can lie upon the plain

And listen, till I do beget

That golden time again.

O blessed Bird ! the earth we pace

Again appears to be

An unsubstantial, faery place;

That is fit home for Thee !

About the Poet

William Wordsworth (1770-1850), a British Romantic poet, is credited with ushering in the English Romantic Movement with the publication of Lyricall Ballads (1798) in collaboration with Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Magnificent country landscapes deeply affected Wordsworth's imagination and instilled in him a love for nature. He became England's Poet Laureate in 1843, a position he held until his death in 1850.

About the Poem

'To the Cuckoo' is a poem in which Wordsworth sees Nature as his friend, philosopher and guide. In this poem, from the asthetic point of view, Wordworth has focused on the thrilling sound, rhyme, description of the scene and exitement at the arrival of the bird.