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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THE HEATH
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I love the heath, where spring had used to lie,—In boyhood 'neath her aromatic showers;
Where maidens walked so beautifully shy,—
Akin to nothing but the blooming flowers.
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The rabits from the furze would squat, and run;The daiseys filling every open space;
And crowds of kingcups golden as the sun,
Shone on the molehills of that happy place.—
The later poems of John Clare | ||