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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O simple nature how I do delightTo pause upon thy trifles—foolish things
So some woud call em—on the summer night
Tracing the lane path where the dog rose hings
Wi dew drops seathd while chickering cricket sings
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Where loves warm beauty steals her sweetest blush
When sweet the while the even silence heaves
Her pausing breath just trembling thro the bush
& then again dies calm & all is hush
O how I feel just as I pluck the flower
& stick it to my breast—words cant reveal
But souls of feeling in this lovley hour
Knows all I mean & feeleth all I feel
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