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 brush-wood sheaf 5

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! 10