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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LINES Written on a very boisterous day in May, 1844
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LINES Written on a very boisterous day in May, 1844
'Tis May, and yet the skies are overcastWith clouds resembling a rough storm at sea;—
'Tis May,—and yet the hurricane goes past,
In dust, like foaming billows o'er the lea,
High over head close by me,—and 'tis He
Who wakes the sea, and drives the ships away
From anchor, into wrecks! Here I am free
From danger,—and the fields and woods the bay
To rest my weary limbs amid the storms of May.
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