Mossy walls

The weed-based arches walls that stride

Oer where the meadow water falls

Will turn thee from thy path aside

To gaze upon the mossy walls

& limpid brook that leaps along

Gilt with the summers burnished gleam

Will stop thy little tale or song

To gaze upon its crimping stream

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Ramping kecks

Where beesom weed—that high wind leaves

Blossoms and blooms above the eaves

The old cow-crib is mossed and green

As if it just had painted been

The ramping kecks in orchard gaps

Shake like green neighbours in white caps

On which the snail will climb and dwell

For three weeks in its painted shell

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Rural sports of May

& dear to him the rural sports of May
When each cot-threshold mounts its hailing bough
& ruddy milkmaids weave their garlands gay
Upon the green to crown the earliest cow
When mirth & pleasure wear a joyful brow
& join the tumult with unbounded glee
The humble tenants of the pail & plough
He lovd old sports by them revivd to see
But never car[‘d ]to join in their rude revelry

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Natures beauty

There have I sat by many a tree
& leaned oer many a rural stile
& conned my thoughts as joys to me
Nought heeding who might frown or smile
Twas natures beauty that inspired
My heart with rapture not its own
And shes a fame that never tires
How could I feel myself alone

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Tormenting heat

Bees are faint & cease to hum 
Birds are overpowerd & dumb 
& no more loves oaten strains 
Sweetley thro the air complains 
Vocal voices all are mute 
Tuneles[s] lies the pipe & flute 
Shepherds with their panting sheep 
In the swailiest corner creep 
& from the tormenting heat 
All are wishing to retreat 
Huddeld up in grass & flowers 
Mowers wait for cooler hours 
& the Cow-boy seeks the sedge 
Ramping in the woodland hedge

Image from Peter de Wint a good friend of Clare

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Music in the noise

Come Queen of months in company
Wi all thy merry minstrelsy
The restless cuckoo absent long
& twittering swallows chimney song
& hedgerow crickets notes that run
From every bank that fronts the sun
& swathy bees about the grass
That stops wi every bloom they pass
& every minute every hour
Keep teazing weeds that wear a flower
& toil and childhoods humming joys
For there is music in the noise

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Sings in the air

Come maiden dear maiden a beautiful troop

Of images now the young morning doth wear

The lark leaves her nest & the dew splashes up

As she flies through the clover & sings in the air

The bushes that rustle & catch at thy gown

The trees that thy pathway envelopes in leaves

The grass smooth as velvet runs green up and down

& from the young morning a rapture receives

& from the green hedge that the path brushes nigh

The flight of a bird shakes the rain in the place

& the blackbird frit off from her nest rushing bye
Shakes a shower on the path that will sprinkle thy face

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