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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[How hot the sun rushes]
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How hot the sun rushesLike fire in the bushes
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Birds nests are left lonely
The pewit sings only
And all seems disheartened, and lonely like me
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Baked earth and burnt furrowsWhere the rabbit he burrows
And yet it looks pleasant beneath the green tree
The crows nest look darkly
O'er fallows dried starkly
And the sheep all look restless as nature and me
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Yet I love a meadow dwellingWhere nature is telling
A tale to the clear stream—its dearest to me
To sit in green shadows
While the herd turns to gadders
And runs from the hums of the fly and the bee
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This spot is the fairestThe sweetest and rarest
This sweet sombre shade of the bright green tree
Where the morehens flag-nest
On the waters calm breast
Lies near to this sweet spot thats been mother to me
The later poems of John Clare | ||