 | John Clare: The Midsummer Cushion |  |
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SWORDY WELL
Ive loved thee Swordy well & love thee stillLong was I with thee tenting sheep & cow
In boyhood ramping up each steepy hill
To play at ‘roly poly’ down—& now
A man I trifle oer thee cares to kill
Haunting thy mossy steeps to botanize
& hunt the orchis tribes where natures skill
Doth like my thoughts run into phantasys
Spider & Bee all mimicking at will
Displaying powers that fools the proudly wise
Showing the wonders of great natures plan
In trifles insignificant & small
Puzzling the power of that great trifle man
Who finds no reason to be proud at all
| John Clare: The Midsummer Cushion | |