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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[Just as mornings rosy lass]
Just as mornings rosy lassUnbeds from sleep & gins to dress
Just as draws her curtains bye
How sweet to watch her opening eye
As her cheek is glowing warm
& her finely turned arm
First unfolding on the stretch
Her [mantles] crystal sheets to reach
Sweet is then the graceful folds
As round her lovly limbs it rolls
Half revealing to the sight
That seat of rapture & delight
In beautys melting mingling hue
Skin so white & veins so blue
H[e]aveing on the ravishd eye
Warming charms of extasy
Till it fades in witching pale
Neath a seeming swelling vale
Of morning while it 'lopes away
Mid the modest blush of day
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Oer heavens surface softly peeps
To his toils again repairs
To [k]not in gold her spangld hairs
& as waiting in the skies
Till morn takes her exercise
High & brighter when shes drest
Hangs a locket at her breast
& to suit her softy tread
The sun this way to earth is led
& as proofs of gold esteem
Spreads around her [OMITTED] gleam
When at first the while to wait
Like a watch man at the gate
Verdant on the morning sceen
Oer the carpets spreading green
Hies & summons every flower
To open at an early hour
Sweetly soon each flower unfurls
Capt within a crown of pearls
& each notty point of grass
[OMITTED]
Or the brook [OMITTED] as I pass
Witnessing [OMITTED]
To the wild wood shielded sweet
Where the branches branches meet
Where the [OMITTED]
& the morning songs are heard
& the holly branches spread
Spreads an arbour oer my head
As the woodland paths divide
Sweet to put the boughs aside
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