<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">April in England</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">April</span> in England. Daffodils are growing</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">By every wayside, golden, tall and fair;</p><p class="line">April -- and all the little winds are blowing</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The scents of springtime through the sunny air.</p><p class="line">April in England. God, that we were there.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">April in England. And her sons are lying</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">On these red fields and dreaming of her shore;</p><p class="line">April -- we hear the thrushes' songs replying</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Each unto each, above the cannons' roar.</p><p class="line">April in England. Shall we see it more?</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">April in England. There's the cuckoo calling</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Down in her meadows, where the cowslip gleams,</p><p class="line">April -- and little showers are softly falling,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Dimpling the surface of her babbling streams.</p><p class="line">April in England. How the shrapnel screams.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">April in England. Blood and dust and smother,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Screaming of horses, men in agony,</p><p class="line">April -- full many of thy sons, O Mother,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Never again those dewy dawns shall see</p><p class="line">April in England. God keep England free.</p></div><p class="byline">-- Norah M. Holland.</p></body></html> · Great War