 | John Clare: The Midsummer Cushion |  |
APRIL SHOWERS
Delightful weather for all sorts of moods& most for him—grey morn & swarthy eve
Found rambling up the little narrow lane
Where primrose banks amid the hazly woods
Peep most delightfully on passers bye
While aprils little clouds about the sky
Mottle & freak & unto fancy lie
Idling & ending travel for the day
Till darker clouds sail up with cumberous heave
South oer the woods & scares them all away
Then comes the rain pelting with pearly drops
The primrose crowds untill they stoop & lie
All fragrance to his mind that musing stops
Beneath the awthorn till the shower is bye
| John Clare: The Midsummer Cushion | |