Madness:
To day is the weather the cuckoo likes,
And so do I;
When showers be-tumbled the chestnut spikes,
And nestling's fly;
And the little brown nightingale bills his best,
And they sit outside at "The Travellers' Rest",
And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest,
And citizens dream of the south and west,
How can this be...?
And so do I.
And meadow rivulets overflow,
And drops gate-bars hang in a row,
And rooks in families homeward go,
And so do I...
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