Saturday, April 13, 2024

Home Thoughts From Abroad

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.

Home thoughts from abroad  ~ Robert Browning 1812-1889


Heritage Hall said...

How well the verse matches the photo.... makes me homesick for all our time
in England, so I can imagines your nostalgia... Fortunately, TN has similar
attributes and you have ably captured some of England's magic on your present terrain, Jo....

Rian said...

I remember saying those words when we visited England... and it was in May. Do you get to go back to visit much, Jo?

Bernideen said...

The place of my dreams! I find so much to be inspired about!

local alien said...

A lovely poem!

Jon said...

It's amazing how the words of the great poets remain fresh and vital, no matter how long ago they were written. The picture is really lovely.

Lowcarb team member said...

Such a lovely poem, and wonderful picture.

All the best Jan