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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SUMMER
How sweet when weary dropping on a bankTurning a look around on things that be
Een feather headed grasses spindling rank
A trembling to the breeze one loves to see
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Comes buzzing to its head & bows it down
& the great dragon flye wi gauzy wings
In gilded coat of purple green or brown
That on broad leaves of hazel basking clings
Fond of the sunny day—& other things
Past counting pleases one while thus I lye
But still reflective pains are not forgot
Summer somtime shall bless this spot when I
Hapt in the cold dark grave can heed it not
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