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    Thomas Hardy - Weathers

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    Weathers
    by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

    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,
    And so do I.