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
































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