 | John Clare: The Midsummer Cushion |  |
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FEARS
Beside the little fire at night
I think of dismal things
Of lonely spots where pale affright
Hides neath nights sooty wings
Where nothing bides at such a time
But what the fancy finds in ryhme
I think of dismal things
Of lonely spots where pale affright
Hides neath nights sooty wings
Where nothing bides at such a time
But what the fancy finds in ryhme
Save some oertaken traveller
That night hath led astray
Who listens to all sounds that stir
Lest thieves should cross his way
So lone his lot I feel it joy
That other houses are so nigh
That night hath led astray
Who listens to all sounds that stir
Lest thieves should cross his way
So lone his lot I feel it joy
That other houses are so nigh
I think upon the pleasant spots
I met beneath the sun
& feel how lone the scene has got
Now mellow day is done
Where nothing but the sheep & cow
Lyes resting in their darkness now
I met beneath the sun
& feel how lone the scene has got
Now mellow day is done
Where nothing but the sheep & cow
Lyes resting in their darkness now
I feel lone thoughts untill I feel
The force of home delights
Where snuggest safety doth consceal
Our homes on lonely nights
Yet outside noises oft will start
A fear of somthing in the heart
The force of home delights
Where snuggest safety doth consceal
Our homes on lonely nights
Yet outside noises oft will start
A fear of somthing in the heart
Of listening robbers lurking nigh
While darkness in the window throws
A blackness on the musing eye
A dismal vacancy that grows
& would grow to a mighty fear
Where not another cottage near
While darkness in the window throws
A blackness on the musing eye
A dismal vacancy that grows
& would grow to a mighty fear
Where not another cottage near
The watch dog he is barking nigh
Right pleasant notes in safetys ear
& smiling upon vacancy
The cottage windows blazes near
So thus fears fancys I employ
& from its pictures gather joy
Right pleasant notes in safetys ear
& smiling upon vacancy
The cottage windows blazes near
So thus fears fancys I employ
& from its pictures gather joy
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