The bee is humming in the sun,
The yellow cowslip springs,
And, hark! from yonder woodland's side,
Again the cuckoo sings!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, no other note
She sings from day to day;
But I, though a poor cottage girl,
Can work, and read, and pray.
And whilst in knowledge I rejoice,
Which heavenly truth displays,
Oh! let me still employ my voice
In my Redeemer's praise.
I am busy working to bring William Lisle Bowles's "Spring - Cuckoo" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about William Lisle Bowles's life and contributions to literature.
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