Home thoughts from Abroad

By Robert Browning (written in c.1845)

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!

Don't you just love April?


  1. I do! And your photos are the perfect reminder of why.

  2. How absolutely absolutely gorgeous!

  3. Stunning photo's. This weather is certainly amking everything bloom bright and early - love Julia x

  4. I just have to know what that bush/tree is near the bottom - the gorgeous bright yellow one, laden with flowers?

  5. We have the same cherry blossoms on our street right now :)


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