And after April, when May follows And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows-Hark! where my blossomed pear tree in the hedge leans to the field and scatters on the clover blossoms and dewdrops -at the bent spray's edge-That's the wise thrush: he sings each song twice over est you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture And though the fields look rough with hoary dew, All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups the little children ' s dowerAnd after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows -Hark! where my blossomed pear￾tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge - That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture! And though the fields look rough with hoary dew, All will be gay when noontide wakes anew The buttercups, the little children's dower, - Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!