Classic Poem

Cuckoo, cuckoo!
Is it your double note I hear
Now far away, now near,
Now soft, now clear,
Cuckoo?

Cuckoo, cuckoo!
Laughs now through the spring's misty wood
And leaf-winged sap in flood
Your mocking mood,
Cuckoo?

Cuckoo, cuckoo!
So sits among sky-tangling trees
Our Mephistopheles
Singing at ease,
Cuckoo.

Begone, cuckoo!
For soon your bubble-note twin born,
Pricked by the June rose-thorn,
Shall burst in scorn,