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The Cucko : : by Frederick Locker-Lampson We heard it calling, clear and low,That tender April morn; we stoodAnd listened in the quiet wood,We heard it, ay, long years ago.It came, and with a strange, sweet cry,A friend, but from a far-off land;We stood and listened, hand in hand,And heart to heart, my Love andContinue reading “The Cuckoo : Frederick Locker- Lampson : : Bird Poems : :”