By the Cherwell

THERE’S a glitter on the water.
A lark in the sky
Is raining down his song again
As I go by.

Up the long furrows
In green lines and neat
Stretches out beyond me
The glistening wheat.

A lapwing flashes
As he tumbles through the air;
A pale thrush is singing
On a bramble there.

And by the curling water
Now gleams the celandine,
And sweet spring has come again
As I have seen.