To The Cuckoo Monologue from Every Man in His Humour

From Every Man in His Humour by Ben Jonson

any · joyful · 1:00 min

Thou monotonous bird! whom we ne’er wish away, Who hears thee not pleas’d at the threshold of May Thy advent reminds us of all that is sweet, Which nature, benignant, now lays at our feet; Sweet flowers--sweet meadows--sweet birds and their loves; Sweet sunshiny mornings, and sweet shady groves; Sweet smiles of the maiden--sweet looks of the youth, And sweet asseverations, too, prompted by truth; Sweet promise of plenty throughout the rich vale; And sweet the bees’ humming in meadow and vale; Of the summer’s approach--of the presence of spring, For ever, sweet cuckoo! continue to sing. Oh, who then, dear bird! could e’er wish thee away, Who hears thee not pleas’d at the threshold of May

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