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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CLIFFORD HILL
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The river rambles like a snakeAlong the meadow green
And loud the noise the mill wheels make
I' summer time at e'en
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So runs the life of man
I sit me down upon the grass
These beauties for to scan
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Tis summers day and dewy eveAnd sweet the sun sinks low
I smile, and yet my heart will greive
To see the waters flow
To see the flags that look so green
The sun gilt waves so bright
I wander here this lovely e'en
In wonder and delight
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The firs look dark on Clifford hillThe river bright below
All foamed beneath the water mill
While beautious flowers do blow
'Tis here I'd wander morn and night
With fondly gazing eye
To see the sunny golden light
Go down in yonder sky—
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Yes dearly do these scenes I loveAnd dear that fir clad hill
There all secure does build the dove
While click-clack goes the mill
And now in natures sweet repose
I leave this spot awile
The bee is buried in the rose
And man gone from his toil
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