SHORT SUMMARY HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD - 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 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!
The speaker starts off with a wish: he wants to be back in England, now that it's April. Anyone who's
there now would be waking up to see beautiful elm trees and song birds, like the "chaffinch."
The speaker also tells us that next month, in May, an England-dweller would be able to check out birds
like whitethroats and swallows and thrushes. He or she would also enjoy the blossomed branches of the
pear trees and the fields full of buttercups.
In the meantime, the speaker is stuck here, just contemplating a "gaudy melon-flower"— and he doesn't
sound thrilled about it.
THANK YOU FOR VISIT -- NAVEEN BECK
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