Weathers, Thomas Hardy.

Weathers.
by Thomas Hardy, 1840-1928.

(i)
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 Travellers’ Rest,’
And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest,
And citizens dream of the south and west,
And so do I.

(ii)
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.