Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
How enchanting spring is in England, usually coming after a long cold winter. For me, it was the time when cricket matches started again. 'Oh, to be in England/ Now that April's there, '. The beauty of which he writes is to do with nature.
a stanger in a strangeland dreaming of home
I love this poem along with many other people. It has a true essence and love of England as it was in the old days, an England of leafy lanes of afternoon tea and church bells and cricket on Sunday in the fields. It is so memorable. It has a nice Rhythum of a slower pace than modern music will allow the soul to find. Ah the peace of Browning's England be forever writ apon the page! Enjoy for the modern pace will seldom allow such joyous capture again.
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