Poems by John Clare
Clock-O'-Clay
... Pale green pillar topped with flowers, ...
The Instinct Of Hope
... And waits each year renewing blooms to bring, ...
The Landrail
... For all the summer longThe shepherd whistles through his hands ...
The Mores
... Though centurys wreathed spring's blossoms on its brow ...
The Vixen
... And barks and snaps and drive them in the holes ...
The Cuckoo
... But striving to get higherIt heard me rustle and above leaves ...
Early Nightingale
... And soon the village brings the woodman's tale ...
To A Fallen Elm
... Enjoying comforts that was was never pennedOld favourite tree thoust seen times changes lower ...
Evening Primrose
... And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast ...
Hen's Nest
... In hopes to find her there, but naught is seen, ...
Wood Rides
... When boys sprote gathering sit on stulps and weave ...
The Shepherd's Tree
... Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred, ...
In Hilly-Wood
... And where they do, the breeze blows cool the while, ...
Love And Solitude
... Take all the world away--and leave me still ...
The Shepherd's Calendar - August
... His legs and shows scratchd wounds from piercing stubs ...
