Selected Poems of John Clare
Volume 1
Volume 1
Summer
How sweet when weary dropping on a bank
Turning a look around on things that be
Een feather headed grasses spindling rank
A trembling to the breeze one loves to see
And yellow buttercups where many a bee
Comes buzzing to its head and bows it down
And the great dragon flye wi gauzy wings
In gilded coat of purple green or brown
That on broad leaves of hazel basking clings
Fond of the sunny day -- and other things
Past counting pleases one while thus I lye
But still reflective pains are not forgot
Summer somtime shall bless this spot when I
Hapt in the cold dark grave can heed it not
How sweet when weary dropping on a bank
Turning a look around on things that be
Een feather headed grasses spindling rank
A trembling to the breeze one loves to see
And yellow buttercups where many a bee
Comes buzzing to its head and bows it down
And the great dragon flye wi gauzy wings
In gilded coat of purple green or brown
That on broad leaves of hazel basking clings
Fond of the sunny day -- and other things
Past counting pleases one while thus I lye
But still reflective pains are not forgot
Summer somtime shall bless this spot when I
Hapt in the cold dark grave can heed it not
Poems
chosen by David Barnes from
Oxford World Classics: John Clare Major Works, and recorded for LibriVox.org
Oxford World Classics: John Clare Major Works, and recorded for LibriVox.org