When April scatters charms of primrose goldAmong the copper leaves in thickets old,And singing skylarks from the meadows rise,To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies;When I can hear the small woodpecker ringTime on a tree for all the birds that sing;And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long --The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.
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