Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees some morning, in despair, There's a horrible fog i' the heart o' the town, And the greasy pavement is damp and brown; While the rain-drop falls from the laden bough, In England — now! And after April when May follows, How foolish seem the returning swallows. Hark! how the east wind sweeps along the street, And how we give one universal sneeze! The hapless lambs at thought of mint-sauce bleat, And ducks are conscious of the coming peas. Lest you should think the Spring is really present, A biting frost will come to make things pleasant, And though the reckless flowers begin to blow, They'd better far have nestled down below; And English spring sets men and women frowning, Despite the rhapsodies of Robert Browning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON THE CIRCUMCISION by JOHN MILTON TAMERLANE (4) by EDGAR ALLAN POE PSALM 104 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE CROMEK SPEAKS by WILLIAM BLAKE KING PHILIP'S MEN by AUDREY ALEXANDRA BROWN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. NEARER THAN EVER NOW by EDWARD CARPENTER |