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O, TO be in England |
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Now that April's there, |
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And whoever wakes in England sees, some morning, unaware, |
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That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf |
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Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, |
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While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough |
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In England—now! |
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And after April, when May follows, |
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And the white throat builds, and all the swallows! |
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Hark, where my blossom'd pear-tree in the hedge |
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Leans to the field and scatters on the clover |
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Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray's edge |
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That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, |
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Lest you should think he never could recapture |
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The first fine careless rapture! |
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And though the fields look rough with hoary dew, |
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All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, |
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the little children's dower |
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Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower! |
