O, TO be in England

Robert Browning. 1812–1889
Home-thoughts, from Abroad
O, 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          5
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!   10
Hark, where my blossom’d 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   15
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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