Jane summer is with thee thy fancy may choose
Any amusement with thy sister the muse
Nor meet disappointment in walking the fields
Endearing the pleasure that innocence yields
Where wild flowers are blossoming sweet in their joy
In Natures own scene where pleasures ne'er cloy
Light as a summer day softly you tread
Silent as evening o'er the daisy's bed
O'er meadows by Woodside by Brooklets she speeds
Ne'er gathering one of vain folly's weeds —
[One of Clare's interesting Acrostic poems]
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