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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TO THE FOX FERN |
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TO THE FOX FERN
Haunter of woods lone wilds & solitudesWere none but feet of birds & things as wild
Doth print a foot track near were summers light
Buried in boughs forgets its glare & round thy crimped leaves
Feints in a quiet dimness fit for musings
& mellancholy moods with ere & there
A golden thread of sunshine stealing through
The evening shadowy leaves that seem to creep
Like leisure in the shade
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