 | The Poems of John Clare |  |
VIOLET AND DAISY
The little violets blue and white,
Refreshed with dews of sable night,
Come shining in the morning light
In thorn-enclosèd grounds;
And, whether winds be cold or chill,
When their rich smells delight instil,
The young lamb blaas beside the hill
On young spring's happy rounds.
Refreshed with dews of sable night,
Come shining in the morning light
In thorn-enclosèd grounds;
And, whether winds be cold or chill,
When their rich smells delight instil,
The young lamb blaas beside the hill
On young spring's happy rounds.
But roads are mire and hedges brown
When daisies greet me up and down,
Some with a red spot on the crown
Spread open to the sky,
That often frowns, and yet will smile,
And with spring's hopes its love beguile—
Oh, may I shape my life the while
With such an humble eye.
When daisies greet me up and down,
Some with a red spot on the crown
Spread open to the sky,
That often frowns, and yet will smile,
And with spring's hopes its love beguile—
Oh, may I shape my life the while
With such an humble eye.
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