A Night in June
A Night in June : POEM
The sun has long been set.
The stars are out by twos and threes.
The little birds are piping yet
Among the bushes and trees.
There’s a cuckoo and one or two thrushes
And a far-off wind that rushes
And a sound of water that gushes
And the cuckoo’s sovereign cry
Fills all the hollow of the sky.
William Wordsworth
A Night in June
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