 | The Poems of John Clare |  |
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TO HEALTH
Mild health, I seek thee; whither? Art thou foundMid daisies sleeping in the morning dew,
Along the meadow paths where all around
May smells so lovely? Thither would I go.
Where art thou, envious blessing? now the cold
Is gone away, and hedge and wood is seen
All lovely, and the gay marsh marigold
Edges the meadow lakes so freshly green,
My straining eye is anxious to behold
Thee up and journeying on the swallow's wing,
To see thee up and shining everywhere
Among the sweet companions of the spring.
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