But straightway to a wood, that was hard by, Not all asleep and yet not waking wholly; There sat I down among the fair, fresh In the next bush that was me fast beside, flowers, I heard the lusty Nightingale so sing, And saw the birds come tripping from their That her clear voice made a loud rioting, bowers, Echoing through all the greenwood wide. Where they had rested them all night; and Who were so joyful at the light of day, XV. Well did they know that service all by rote; Some with their notes another manner XXI. Ah! good sweet Nightingale! for my heart's cheer, Hence hast thou stayed a little while too For we have had the sorry Cuckoo here, song; Evil light on her! she hath done me wrong. XXII. And some did sing all out with the full throat. But hear you now a wondrous thing, I pray; As long as in that swooning-fit I lay, Methought I wist right well what these birds XVI. meant, And had good knowing both of their intent, And of their speech, and all that they would say. XXIII. The Nightingale thus in my hearing spake:- THE CUCKOO AND THE NIGHTINGALE. And, prithee, let us, that can sing, dwell here; thee now? XXIV. 27 To speak of Love's true servants in this mood; XXXI. What! quoth she then, what is 't that ails For thereof comes all goodness and all worth; All gentiless and honor thence come forth; Thence worship comes, content, and true heart's pleasure, It seems to me I sing as well as thou; For mine's a song that is both true and plain, Although I cannot quaver so in vain As thou dost in thy throat, I wot not how. XXV. All men may understanding have of me, cry: Thou sayst OSEE, OSEE, then how may I be? XXVI. And full-assured trust, joy without measure, XXXII. And bounty, lowliness, and courtesy, XXXIII. And that the very truth it is which I Ab, fool! quoth she, wist thou not what it is? Then, quoth she, let me never hope for bliss, Then mean I, that I should be wondrous fain XXVII. And also would I that they all were dead, XXVIII. Ay, quoth the Cuckoo, that is a quaint law- Nor ever while I live Love's yoke to draw. XXIX. For lovers, of all folk that be alive, ΧΧΧ. What! quoth she, thou art all out of thy mind, XXXIV. Good Nightingale! thou speakest wondrous fair, Yet, for all that, the truth is found elsewhere; XXXV. For thereof come all contraries to gladness; Mistrust and jealousy, despite, debate, XXXVI. Loving is aye an office of despair, XXXVII. And therefore, Nightingale! do thou keep nigh: For, trust me well, in spite of thy quaint cry, If long time from thy mate thou be, or far, XXXVIII. Fie, quoth she, on thy name, Bird ill beseen! XXXIX. For evermore his servants Love amendeth, In loyalty and worshipful desire; XLIV. And so, methought, I started up anon, XLV. And as he flew, the Cuckoo, ever and aye, As if in scornful mockery of me; XLVI. And, when it likes him, joy enough them Then straightway came the Nightingale to sendeth. XL. me, And said: Forsooth, my friend, do I thank thee, That thou wert near to rescue me; and now Thou Nightingale! the Cuckoo said, be still, XLVII. He lets them perish through that grievous ill. Well satisfied, I thanked her; and she said, XLI. With such a master would I never be, For he, in sooth, is blind, and may not see, Within his court full seldom Truth avails, XLII. Then of the Nightingale did I take note- XLIII. Alas, alas! my very heart will break, By this mishap no longer be dismayed, heard'st me: Yet if I live it shall amended be, XLVIII. And one thing will I counsel thee also. All that he said is an outrageous lie. XLIX. Yea, hath it? Use, quoth she, this medicine: Quoth she, to hear this churlish bird thus Although, for pain, thou mayst be like to die, speak Of Love, and of his holy services; Now, God of Love! thou help me in some wise, Thou wilt be eased, and less wilt droop and pine. L. And mind always that thou be good and true, That vengeance on this Cuckoo I may wreak. And I will sing one song, of many new, THE CUCKOO AND THE NIGHTINGALE. For love of thee, as loud as I may cry. And then did she begin this song full high, LI. And soon as she had sung it to an end, And, God of Love, that can right well and Send unto thee as mickle joy this day, LII. Thus takes the Nightingale her leave of me; For there is not so false a bird as she. LIII. Forth then she flew, the gentle Nightingale, LIV. 29 Under a maple that is well beseen LVIII. She thanked them; and then her leave she took, And flew into a hawthorn by that brook; And there she sat and sung, upon that tree, "For term of life Love shall have hold of me," So loudly, that I with that song awoke. Unlearned Book and rude, as well I know,- Alas, poor Book! for thy unworthiness The Cuckoo, 't is not well that I should Thee she accepts as for her service fit! hide How she and I did each the other chide, LV. Then spake one bird, and full assent all gave, LVI. And thereat shall the Eagle be our Lord, LVII. And all this shall be done, without a nay, Oh! it repents me I have neither wit Beseech her meekly with all lowliness, L'ENVOY. Pleasure's Aurora, Day of gladsomeness! Since of all good you are the best alive. Version of WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. |