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 wind waves oer the meadows green]
The wind waves oer the meadows green
And shakes my own wild flowers
And shifts about the moving scene
Like the life o' summer hours
The little bents with reedy head
The scarce seen shapes o' flowers
All kink about like skeins o' thread
In these wind shaking hours
And shakes my own wild flowers
And shifts about the moving scene
Like the life o' summer hours
The little bents with reedy head
The scarce seen shapes o' flowers
All kink about like skeins o' thread
In these wind shaking hours
All stir & strife & life & bustle
Is every thing around we see
The rushes whistle sedges rustle
The grass is buzzing round like Bees
The butterflyes are tossed about
Like skiffs upon a stormy sea
The bees are lost amid the rout
And drop in green perplexity
Is every thing around we see
The rushes whistle sedges rustle
The grass is buzzing round like Bees
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Like skiffs upon a stormy sea
The bees are lost amid the rout
And drop in green perplexity
Wilt thou be mine thou bonny lass
Thy drapery floats so gracefully
We'll walk along the meadow grass
We'll stand beneath the willow tree
We'll mark the little reeling bee
Along the grassy ocean rove
Tossed like a little boat at sea
And interchange our vows of love
Thy drapery floats so gracefully
We'll walk along the meadow grass
We'll stand beneath the willow tree
We'll mark the little reeling bee
Along the grassy ocean rove
Tossed like a little boat at sea
And interchange our vows of love
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