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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THE ARBOUR
There is a wilderd spot delights me wellPent in a corner of my native vale
Where tiney blossoms with a purple bell
Shivers their beauties to the autumn gale
Tis one of those mean arbours that prevail
With manhoods weakness still to seek & love
For what is past—destructions axe did fail
To maul it down with its companion grove
Tho but a trifling thorn oft sheltering warm
A brood of summer birds by nature led
To seek for covert in a hasty storm
I often think it lifts its lonley cares
In piteous bloom where all the rest is fled
Like a poor warrior the rude battle spares
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