England and Yesterday

<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</SPAN></span> <h2>APRIL IN GOVILON.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"> <div class="poetry"> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Slowly, slowly darken</div> <div class="verse">Primrose and pimpernel;</div> <div class="verse">Heather of the rock, a-shake</div> <div class="verse">On delicious air;</div> <div class="verse">Slanted seas of spreading grass,</div> <div class="verse">(Green glow and tidal swell,)</div> <div class="verse">Under wind and pausing light how variably fair!</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">Larks from heaven descending</div> <div class="verse">Hush; not a cloud-shadow,</div> <div class="verse">Where so late the romping lambs</div> <div class="verse">Chased it, in a ring;</div> <div class="verse">High along a little wood</div> <div class="verse">Quick rain-sparkles go;</div> <div class="verse">Blorenge walls the faëry world: the sole substantial thing.</div> </div> <div class="stanza"> <div class="verse">April in Govilon,</div> <div class="verse">Filled with a bright heart-break;</div> <div class="verse">Evenfall on dying wing,</div> <div class="verse">Swanlike and supreme!</div> <div class="verse">Soon, unheard, the Hyades</div> <div class="verse">Run up the hills to take</div> <div class="verse">Seven lamps, and trail the seven all night in Isca stream.</div> </div></div> </div> <hr> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />