William Wordsworth

What a happy bird!

You are new here,

I'm glad to hear you sing.

Cuckoo! I should call you a bird.

Or just floating songs?

I lie on the grass and listen to you.

Pairs of cries for power;

It sounds like flowing in the mountains,

Sounds near and far.

Although you mumble to the orchid.

Talking about flowers and sunshine,

But you showed it in front of my heart

Past scenes.

Warmly welcome you, the favorite of spring!

But you are in my eyes-

Not a bird, but an invisible shadow,

Is it a song or a mystery?

In the past, when I was at school,

I listen to your call;

Once in the sky and once in the bushes.

I looked for you a thousand times.

I often wander around in order to find you.

In the Woods or on the grassland;

You are hope, but love-

Invisible, but eager.

Now I listen to your songs carefully;

Lying on this plain again.

Listen to you sing until my heart.

Back to the golden age.

Rhododendron! You blessed bird!

You changed the world;

It seems to have become an ethereal fairy island.

Become a home worthy of you!