The pelting storm...

Well, I can't yet be certain, but I came across this whilst in the archives this week, and I do not think it has surfaced before.  However, I'm making no claims, I just really love the world that it instantly conjures into existence.  Clare in about 1827-ish (I think).

The boy bends into the pelting storm
With folded arms & hand held over his nose
Then turns his back to catch his breath again
& button[s] up his coat or slouch his hat
To hide his eyes or shake the gathered snow
From off his garments then with couraged warmed
He turns about & faces it again

Pet MS B3 p28

A couple more short verses on this manuscript page, which I am still trying to find in the various indices.  Watch this space!

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