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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HAIL DREARY NOVEMBER |
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HAIL DREARY NOVEMBER
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Hail! dreary November,Full well I remember,
Thy wild roaring tempest, when I was a child,
My heart ne'er was weary,
My face was aye cheery,
The loud roaring lynn, and the mountains so wild.
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The wild raving thunder,The woods rolling under,
The lake rolling billows, like waves of the sea,
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In her stormiest feature,
But the sweetest of music, is freedom for me.
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Where the muir cock is housing,And the black cattle browsing,
And the tempest is misting, o'er mountain and glen,
There I think o' sweet Jinney,
My joy and my hinney,
Oh I mourn, that I ever left Scotland agen.
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Hail! dreary November,Thy storms I remember,
That roar'd round the shieling, when I was a child,
I still love thy mountains,
Thy lakes and thy fountains,
Thy maidens so lovely, and valleys so wild—
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