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12 November, 14:55

The Sun Has Long Been Set

by William Wordsworth

The sun has long been set,

The stars are out by twos and threes,

The little birds are piping yet

Among the bushes and trees;

There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,

And a far-off wind that rushes,

And a sound of water that gushes,

And the cuckoo's sovereign cry

Fills all the hollow of the sky.

Who would "go parading"

In London, "and masquerading,"

On such a night of June

With that beautiful soft half-moon,

And all these innocent blisses?

On such a night as this is!

How does the poet seem to feel about the sound of the birds?

He finds them distracting and annoying.

He finds them dangerous and frightening.

He finds them surprising and strange.

He finds them beautiful and sweet.