April! by Aranka Acs
Home 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!
