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 BEAUTIFUL THE MORNING
How beautifull the morning blue And light o' nearly grey
Each herb and flower is wet wi' dew Where toil begins the day
The crimson curtains o' the sky Already turns to dun
And burning over herds o' kye The skylark hails the sun
Each herb and flower is wet wi' dew Where toil begins the day
The crimson curtains o' the sky Already turns to dun
And burning over herds o' kye The skylark hails the sun
A ball O' fire he blazes high Till bulgeing clouds succeeds
The coal black snails that fire to fry Now creep beneath the weeds
The blue black mountain clears away And levels into dun
And peering in the pearl blue day High mounts the firey sun
The coal black snails that fire to fry Now creep beneath the weeds
The blue black mountain clears away And levels into dun
And peering in the pearl blue day High mounts the firey sun
The sun soon mounts the midway sky The sudden shower comes on
On blade and flower the pearl drops lye A sun in every one
O'er mountain top it goes to bed In crimson gold and dun
And tips with fire the mountains head The firey setting sun
On blade and flower the pearl drops lye A sun in every one
O'er mountain top it goes to bed In crimson gold and dun
And tips with fire the mountains head The firey setting sun
| The later poems of John Clare | |