The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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TO THE WINDS
Hail gentle winds I love your murmuring soundsThe willows charm me wavering too & fro
& oft I stretch me on the dasied ground
To see you crimp the wrinkling flood below
Delighted more as brisker gusts succeed
& give the landscape around a sweeter grace
Sweeping in shaded waves the rip'ning mead
Puffing their rifl'd fragrance in my face
Pictures of nature ye are doubly dear
Her children dearly love your wispering charms
Ah ye have murmurd sweet to many an ear
That now lies dormant in deaths Icy arms
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That hide[s] the bard in his forgotten Grave
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