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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A SIGH IN A PLAY GROUND OF INFANCY
O happy spot how much the sight of theeWakes the endearments of my infancy
The very trees thro which the wild winds sigh
Seem wispering now some joys of youth gone bye
& each spot round so sacred to my sight
Hints at some moments pastime of delight
Each object there that warmly seems to claim
A tender membrance of some childish game
The very slabs before yon doors that lye
The top seems spinning still in memorys eye
& fancys echo still yon close resounds
Wi noise of blind mans bluff & fox & hounds
Ah as left rotting neath its mossy crown
The pile stands sacred oer some past renown
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Art sacred from the joys posest in thee
That rose & shone & set a suns sojourn
As quick in speed alas without return
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