Spring Song,
from Act V, Scene 2 of Love’s Labors Lost by William Shakespeare (1598)
When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white,And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight,The cuckoo then, on every tree,Mocks married men, for thus sings he: “Cuckoo!Cuckoo, cuckoo!” O word of fear,Unpleasing to a married ear.
from Act V, Scene 2 of Love’s Labors Lost by William Shakespeare (1598)
When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white,And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight,The cuckoo then, on every tree,Mocks married men, for thus sings he: “Cuckoo!Cuckoo, cuckoo!” O word of fear,Unpleasing to a married ear.
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks,The cuckoo then, on every tree,Mocks married men, for thus sings he: “Cuckoo!Cuckoo, cuckoo!” O word of fear,Unpleasing to a married ear.
Linda dear,
ReplyDeleteI love the passion quote on your post. Judy and Hannah and I are going down the hill to shop around for inspiration for all things Boho chic flea market shabby.
then off to lunch we wish you were there hannah adores you, next time we have to plan it.
How is A/S doing can you tweek it if need be.
love you girlie.
xx
Dore
Dore, Judy and Hannah, You will have so much fun !! I am filling a few orders ..Cuting up some old tin and painting away ..Hope to see your finds I will be in the Antique Station on Friday ,,Stop In !!
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Linda Marie
Thanks for visiting my blog ! I love your stuff:)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I haven't read or heard poetry in forever.That was a nice change from the norm :)
ReplyDeletep.s. From the normal blogs i run across i mean.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lisa & Alex xoxoxoo
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