Kuhu Kuhu Bole Koyaliya...

To The Cuckoo

~ William Wordsworth

O blithe newcomer! I have heard,

I hear thee and rejoice:

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird,

Or but a wandering Voice?

While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear; From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off and near.	The same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky.
Though babbling only to the vale Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours.	To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen!
Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery;	And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.

O blessed Bird! the earth we pace 

Again appears to be 

An unsubstantial, fairy place, 

That is fit home for Thee!

O! Thou Heavenly Creatures...

HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of Spring!
Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat,  And woods thy welcome ring. 
~ John Logan

Blyth's Reed Warbler

Delightful visitant! with thee  I hail the time of flowers,
And hear the sound of music sweet  From birds among the bowers.
~ John Logan

Paradise Flycatcher

What time the daisy decks the green, thy certain voice we hear:

Hast thou a star to guide thy path,  or mark the rolling year?
~ John Logan 

Egret

Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No Winter in thy year! 
~ John Logan

Chestnut tailed starling

Orange headed Thrush

I just want to stroke them, to see them glisten,

I want to see them alive,and to talk with them on my shoulders

But Impossible. They can't be touched,

they can only be felt like a heavenly whisper or movement,

~ Pablo Neruda

Purple Moorhen

O could I fly, I'd fly with thee! We'd make, with joyful wing,
Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the Spring.
~ John Logan

Western Reef Egret

Tern in flight