WEATHERS

WEATHERS

Thomas Hardy

This is the weather   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  Travelers Rest ‘

And  maids come forth spring – muslin dressed

And citizens dream of the south and  west .

And so do I .

This is the weather the cuckoo  shuns  and so do I :

When beeches drip in brown and duns .

And  thresh and ply :

And hill – hid  tides throb , throe   and  throe ,

And drops on gate – bars  hang in a row .

And rooks in families homewards go ,

And  so do I .