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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[Spring comes & it is may—white as are sheets]
Spring comes & it is may—white as are sheets
Each orchard shines besides its little town
Childern at every bush a poesy meets
Bluebells & primroses—wandering up & down
To hunt birds nests & flowers & a stones throw from town
& hear the blackbird in the coppice sing
Green spots appear like doubling a book down
To find the place agen & strange birds sing
We have [no] name for in the burst of Spring
Each orchard shines besides its little town
Childern at every bush a poesy meets
Bluebells & primroses—wandering up & down
To hunt birds nests & flowers & a stones throw from town
& hear the blackbird in the coppice sing
Green spots appear like doubling a book down
To find the place agen & strange birds sing
We have [no] name for in the burst of Spring
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The Sparrow comes & chelps about the Slates
& pops in to her hole beneath the Eaves
While the cock piegon amourously awaits
The Hen on barn ridge cooing & then leaves
With crop all ruffles—where the sower heaves
The hopper at his side his beans to sow
There he with timid coveys harmless thieves
& whirls around the teams & then drops low—
While plops the sudden Gun & great the overthrow
& pops in to her hole beneath the Eaves
While the cock piegon amourously awaits
The Hen on barn ridge cooing & then leaves
With crop all ruffles—where the sower heaves
The hopper at his side his beans to sow
There he with timid coveys harmless thieves
& whirls around the teams & then drops low—
While plops the sudden Gun & great the overthrow
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