I.
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!!
II.
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 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!
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beautiful
Very easy to read. All parts so colourful and descriptive. I love it. -
This was a 'school' poem for my English class. We had to read it 'correctly' as Browning intended - so the teacher said, using our english language to the very best of our ability.
I disliked Browning so much in those days but reading it again today I rather like it and my feelings toward to poet have changed.
~Von~ -
I really like this atmosphere. Clifford T. Ward wrote a song in tribute to this poem - the inspiration is obvious.
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