Author Sir John Bowring I left my maiden to repair With other maids to morning-prayer And as I pass'd, the cuckow spoke, From the green oak: Coo-coo — coo-coo! " O thou my golden, golden dove! " Coo-coo — coo-coo! " Stretch out thy hand, my love. " Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments