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 |  |
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MIRTHFUL SUMMERS COME AT LAST
Mirthful summers come at last
Gone the winter and the blast
And all the chilly days are past
So annoying to my dearey
Sae tak thy gaily coloured shawl
Thats hanging in thy mithers hall
Fra fear a hasty shower should fall
Twill comfort thee and cheer ye
Gone the winter and the blast
And all the chilly days are past
So annoying to my dearey
Sae tak thy gaily coloured shawl
Thats hanging in thy mithers hall
Fra fear a hasty shower should fall
Twill comfort thee and cheer ye
We'll walk about the meadow glen
We'll walk adown the reedy fen
We'll watch the little hopping wren
And talk & ne'er be weary
The sun it glints on berries red
All clustering on leaves make a bed
While wool pack clouds sail over head
While the lark winnows cheery
We'll walk adown the reedy fen
We'll watch the little hopping wren
And talk & ne'er be weary
The sun it glints on berries red
All clustering on leaves make a bed
While wool pack clouds sail over head
While the lark winnows cheery
The Bittern bumps the Pewit screams
The Moor hen patters down the streams
And glittering are the sunny beams
Those scenes we'll seek my deary
Full slowly flaps the heron by
Uttering her lowly cranking cry
The lark is winnowing in the sky
And all the scene looks cheery
The Moor hen patters down the streams
And glittering are the sunny beams
Those scenes we'll seek my deary
Full slowly flaps the heron by
Uttering her lowly cranking cry
The lark is winnowing in the sky
And all the scene looks cheery
Lassie leave thy mithers hall
Take thy bonnet fra the wall
Hurry on thy plaided shawl
Or maybe love will cheat me
Remember love the osier glen
Full far away fra haunts o' men
We met there ance and will agen
There love & truth shall greet thee
Take thy bonnet fra the wall
Hurry on thy plaided shawl
Or maybe love will cheat me
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Full far away fra haunts o' men
We met there ance and will agen
There love & truth shall greet thee
| The later poems of John Clare | |