 | The Poems of John Clare |  |
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APPROACH OF SPRING
Dear heart, I love to see the quiet springCome teaching first the little birds to sing,
Then loitering in the sunny field and street
Like people telling stories when they meet,
And often pausing in a shower's delay
As if she feared some danger in the way,
Sending her heralds forward one by one
To try the journey she herself is on;
Now starts a daisy, then a buttercup,
And then a little primrose trembles up;
And thus she comes like to a timid maid
Of ruffling winds and dirty roads afraid.
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