Jumper - by Nigel A JAMES
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Thoughts from Abroad
by
Robert Browning
Oh, to
be in England
Now
that April's there,
And
whoever wakes in England
Sees,
some morning, unaware,
That
the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round
the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While
the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In
England-now!
And
after April, when May follows,
And the
whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark,
where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans
to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms
and dewdrops-at the bent spray's edge-
That's
why the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest
you should think he never could recapture
The
first fine careless rapture!
And
though the fields look rough with hoary dew
All
will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The
buttercups, the little children's dower
- Far
brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!
