Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Poem of the next day and a half

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!


Blogger Ellee Seymour said...

And how about:

"Just now the lilac is in bloom,
All before my little room;
And in my flower-beds, I think,
Smile the carnations and the pink;
And down the borders, well I know,
The poppy and the pansy blow...,"

May, 1912

8:02 pm  
Blogger Winchester whisperer said...

I like that, Ellee and very appropriate to have the poppies blowing in these April showers.

7:31 am  
Blogger Ellee Seymour said...

Yes, lots of April showers, but the garden will benefit, and hopefully our rivers will be replenished.

8:12 pm  
Blogger Welshcakes Limoncello said...

You two are going to have me crying in a minute!

10:03 pm  

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