 | John Clare: The Midsummer Cushion |  |
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PLEASANT SPOTS
There is a wild & beautiful neglectAbout the fields that so delights & cheers
Where nature her own feelings to effect
I[s] left at her own silent work for years
The simplest thing thrown in our way delights
From the wild careless feature that it wears
The very road that wanders out of sight
Crooked & free is pleasant to behold
& such the very weeds left free to flower
Corn poppys red & carlock gleaming gold
That make the cornfield shine in summers hour
Like painted skys—& fancys distant eye
May well imagine armys marching bye
In all the grand array of pomp & power
| John Clare: The Midsummer Cushion | |