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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SONNET The Nightingale
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SONNET The Nightingale
This is the month, the Nightingale, clod-brown,Is heard among the woodland shady boughs;
This is the time when, in the vale, grass-grown
The maiden hears at eve, her lovers vows.
What time the blue mist, round her patient cows,
Dim rises from the grass, and half conceals
Their dappled hides,—I hear the Nightingale,
That from the little blackthorn spinny steals,
To the old hazel hedge that skirts the vale,
And still unseen, sings sweet:—the ploughman feels
The thrilling music, as he goes along,
And imitates and listens,—while the fields
Lose all their paths in dusk, to lead him wrong
Still sings the Nightingale her sweet melodious song.
June 12./44.
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