Weathers

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 Traveller's Rest,'
And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest,
And citizens dream of the south and west,
And so do I.

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.

by Thomas Hardy

Comments (3)

Richard Pasco read this on a 1977 BBC Documentary, The Queen's Realm: marvellous! I haven't seen it in years, but I think the footage it accompanied involved views of the Cotswolds and a small village school.
This is a lovely poem....have any of you heard the late great Richard Burton read it? He did a wonderful recording of Hardy poems many years ago now...Hardy was a favourite of his.....he is a favourite of mine too....all wonderful stuff.....
This is one of the poems I remember from school. When girls come forth sprig muslin dresst and they sit outside of the travellers rest. I has a lovely rhrym an metre. And when I see drops hanging on a branch I remember 'Drops on gate bars hang in a row' I really love this one. Daphne