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HAVE PEN, WILL TRAVEL

Home-Thoughts, from Abroad Oh, to be in EnglandNow that April’s there,And whoever wakes in EnglandSees, some morning, unaware,That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheafRound the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,While the chaffinch sings on the orchard boughIn England—now! And after April, when May follows,And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!Hark, where my …

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