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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TO AUTUMN
Come pensive autumn with thy clouds & storms& falling leaves & pastures lost to flowers
A luscious charm hangs on thy faded forms
More sweet then summer in its lovliest hours
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Delights with samely & continued joy
But give me autumn were thy hand hath been
For there is wildness that can never cloy
The russet hue of fields left bare & all
The tints of leaves & blossoms ere they fall
In thy dull days of clouds a pleasure comes
Wild music softens in thy hollow winds
& in thy fading woods a beauty blooms
Thats more then dear to melancholly minds
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