I only remember a fragment of this poem and I am not sure if that is entirely accurate: this is the way for ... and me" not very much to go on.

There is a poem about cuckoos and I think the first line is: "This is a day the cuckoo likes"...

Can anyone tell me the rest of the poem?

This poem about cuckoos is by Thomas Hardy called "Weathers". It is here below:




This is the weather the cuckoo likes,
And so do I;
When showers betumble the chestnut spikes,
And nestlings fly;
And the little brown nightingale bills his best,
And they sit outside at 'The Traveller's 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 homeward go,

What a wonderful poem. I live in Canada and have never hear nor seen a cuckoo

I love Thomas Hardy, he's my favourite author. What part of Canada are you from, I live in Oxfordshire in the UK>

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