Sarah,

This is not quite the lines you gave but it's not bad for a match. A poem by Thomas Hardy. If it's the right one, can you let me know? I am indebted to my daughter and a doctor of English in Durham University, if it's the right one; but if it's the wrong one, it's my poor literary knowledge.
It's a good poem too.

Regards

WEATHERS
(Thomas Hardy)

This is the weather the cuckoo likes,
    And so do I;
When showers betumble the chestnut spikes,
    And nestlings fly;
And the little brown nightingale bills his best,
And they sit outside at 'The Traveller's Rest,'
And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest,
And citizens dream of the south and west,
    And so do I.

(II)

This is the weather the shepherd shuns,
    And so do I;
When beeches drip in browns and duns,
    And thresh and ply;
And hill-hid tides throb, throe on throe,
And meadow rivulets overflow,
And drops on gate bars hang in a row,
And rooks in families homeward go,
    And so do I.

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 9-Sep-02.