The later poems of John Clare 1837-1864 ... General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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SANG
[Twas just when early springs begin]
Twas just when early springs begin
To open daiseys eyes agin
& shaw the gouden light wi'in
Upon a sunny mornin'
To open daiseys eyes agin
& shaw the gouden light wi'in
Upon a sunny mornin'
Twas just when buds will swell to shoot
& buddin' primrose at the root
Begins to show its sulphur suit
All on the dewy morning
& buddin' primrose at the root
Begins to show its sulphur suit
All on the dewy morning
& violets peep afore the dawn
Upon woodbanks beneath the thorn
Ere yet a single leaf is born
To shield the chilly morning
Upon woodbanks beneath the thorn
Ere yet a single leaf is born
To shield the chilly morning
I saw a maid i mornin's grey
Upon her misty milkin' way
When dead grass tufts & naked spray
Bent wi' the weet o' mornin'
Upon her misty milkin' way
When dead grass tufts & naked spray
Bent wi' the weet o' mornin'
As ony flower her face was fair
& had the rose i' june been there
There's bin nout in it to compare
Wi' her I met that mornin'
& had the rose i' june been there
There's bin nout in it to compare
Wi' her I met that mornin'
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There may be many flowers a bloomin'
& monie mair wi' simmer comin'
The sweetest that I cau'd a woman
Upon that dewy mornin'
& monie mair wi' simmer comin'
The sweetest that I cau'd a woman
Upon that dewy mornin'
& may the smiles o' heaven keep it
& may the dews o' april steep it
& nought on earth ha' cause to weep it
The flower o' april mornin'
& may the dews o' april steep it
& nought on earth ha' cause to weep it
The flower o' april mornin'
‘Blessed be thy bloom thou lovely gem
Unscathed by ruffian hand
& from thee many a happy stem
Arise to deck our land’
Unscathed by ruffian hand
& from thee many a happy stem
Arise to deck our land’
Burns
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