Frolic Through The Meadow (June 2016 collaboration part II)

Two Cents Bridal

Emerging from the woods, your eyes adjust to take in the airy atmosphere. No dark mystery in the meadow, just light hearted fun. Who better to narrate this journey through the tall grass than Shakespeare. Continue with the poetry of this great man and picture yourself in the surroundings.

Song, from Act V, Scene 2 of Love’s Labors Lost by William Shakespeare (1598)


When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,

And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue

Do paint the meadows with delight,

The cuckoo then, on every tree,





Mocks married men, for thus sings he:


“Cuckoo!


Cuckoo, cuckoo!” O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.






When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,

And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,

When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,

And maidens bleach their summer smocks,





The cuckoo then, on every tree,


Mocks married men, for thus sings he:


“Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!”…

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