This side is Hiems, Winter, this Ver, the Spring; the one maintained by the owl, the other by the cuckoo. Ver, 880 begin.
The Song.
Spring.
When daisies pied and violets blue
[882] And lady-smocks all silver-white
[883] And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
[884] Do paint the meadows with delight,
885 The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
Cuckoo;