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 later poems of John Clare |  |
COME IN THE MORNING
Come in the morning the sunrises clear
The dew's on the cowslip the thorn & the brere
Come at the noon in the suns hottest glow
The elm's throw dark shadows wherever they grow
Come in the even when the suns left the skies
And the bloom o' the sweet brere holds Pearls i' their eyes
Come at all times and seasons you surely will be
Always welcome & more when you come to see me
The dew's on the cowslip the thorn & the brere
Come at the noon in the suns hottest glow
The elm's throw dark shadows wherever they grow
Come in the even when the suns left the skies
And the bloom o' the sweet brere holds Pearls i' their eyes
Come at all times and seasons you surely will be
Always welcome & more when you come to see me
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I went at the Even the Heaven was slate grey
And the wild blossom's blooming bedeck'd the road way
Horse shoe leav'd mallows wi plush satin flowers
All covered wi blossoms blush'd up to the doors
The green linnets nest o' moss drift and wool
Was snug in the white thorn stretching over the pool
Hen's ruffled their feathers & to their roosts flew
And the gate stood half open to let me through
And the wild blossom's blooming bedeck'd the road way
Horse shoe leav'd mallows wi plush satin flowers
All covered wi blossoms blush'd up to the doors
The green linnets nest o' moss drift and wool
Was snug in the white thorn stretching over the pool
Hen's ruffled their feathers & to their roosts flew
And the gate stood half open to let me through
She met me & smiled from the open door too
Our kisses both met as we said ‘How d'ye do’
And when I got in I kissed her again
While the pert province roses peep'd in at the pane
I sat there & courted neath a sky full o' stars
And she sat beside me like Venus and Mars
I was evermore welcome whenever I went
When the moonlight it glinted upon grass or bent
Our kisses both met as we said ‘How d'ye do’
And when I got in I kissed her again
While the pert province roses peep'd in at the pane
I sat there & courted neath a sky full o' stars
And she sat beside me like Venus and Mars
I was evermore welcome whenever I went
When the moonlight it glinted upon grass or bent
I went—I was welcome whenever I went
When the daiseys turn'd buttons—dew beaded the bent
At morning or evening whenever I came
Her kisses were sweet How I worship her name
At the noon when the Elm shadows darkened her door
I took hasty kisses more sweet than before
Nor care I what trouble or care I may see
Since Mary Susannah thinks upon me—
When the daiseys turn'd buttons—dew beaded the bent
At morning or evening whenever I came
Her kisses were sweet How I worship her name
At the noon when the Elm shadows darkened her door
I took hasty kisses more sweet than before
Nor care I what trouble or care I may see
Since Mary Susannah thinks upon me—
| The later poems of John Clare | |