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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[The sulphur hued primrose]
The sulphur hued primrose
Is out i' the Lane
The morning less dim glows
The sunshine again
Gleams warmer & warmer
Down the mossy fringed lane
And the voice o' Loves charmer
Singing birds wake again
Is out i' the Lane
The morning less dim glows
The sunshine again
Gleams warmer & warmer
Down the mossy fringed lane
And the voice o' Loves charmer
Singing birds wake again
The shaded lanes dirty
The ruts dribble on
And the sludges splash spirty
Where waggons have gone
My kind love supposes
And where the Bees hum
Round the roots o' primroses
I think they might come
The ruts dribble on
And the sludges splash spirty
Where waggons have gone
My kind love supposes
And where the Bees hum
Round the roots o' primroses
I think they might come
To see women walking
At the spring o' the year
I the primroses talking
Is something so dear
To the joys o' the season
I think it divine
And wish with good reason
Such companion was mine
At the spring o' the year
I the primroses talking
Is something so dear
903
I think it divine
And wish with good reason
Such companion was mine
The old Cow is followed
By the maidens glad eye
Butterflyes sulphur coloured
She sees gadding bye
And the small Tortoise shell
When the primroses bloom
By the woodside will tell
When the warmer days come
By the maidens glad eye
Butterflyes sulphur coloured
She sees gadding bye
And the small Tortoise shell
When the primroses bloom
By the woodside will tell
When the warmer days come
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