The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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A LARE AT NOON
The awthorn gently stopt the sun beneathThe ash above their quivering shadows spread
& downy bents that to the air did wreath
Bowd neath my pressure in a easy bed
The water wirled round each stunted nook
& sweet the splashings on the ear did swim
Of flye bit cattle gulshing in the brook
Nibbling the grasses on the fountains brim
The little minnows drove from their retreat
Still sought the shelving bank to shun the heat
I feign had slept but flies woud buzz around
I feign had looked calmly on the scene
But the sweet snug retreat my search had found
Wakend the muse to sing the willows screne
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