Sunday, April 3, 2011

Poem of the Day April 3

The Sun Has 
Long Been Set
by William Wordsworth

The sun has long been set,
The stars are our by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping yet
Among the bushes and trees;
There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,
And a far-ff wind that rushes,
And a sound of water that gushes,
And the cuckoo's sovereign cry
Fills all the hollow of the sky.
Who would go parading
In London, and masquerading
On such a night of June
With that beautiful soft half-moon,
And all these innocent blisses?
On such a night as this is!


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