[00:08.09]O, TO be in England
[00:10.27]Now that April's there,
[00:12.66]And whoever wakes in England sees, some morning, unaware,
[00:17.10]That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
[00:19.98]Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
[00:22.67]While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
[00:26.32]In England—now!
[00:29.61]And after April, when May follows,
[00:32.08]And the white throat builds, and all the swallows!
[00:35.43]Hark, where my blossom'd pear-tree in the hedge
[00:38.17]Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
[00:40.90]Blossoms and dewdrops—at the bent spray's edge
[00:45.95]That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
[00:50.71]Lest you should think he never could recapture
[00:53.18]The first fine careless rapture!
[00:58.45]And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
[01:01.33]All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups,
[01:05.89]the little children's dower
[01:08.67]Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!