
To tyrant boys a fee
To buy the captive sparrows liberty
As he wrote in his poem 'The Fate of Genius'. The fate of genius in the villages of his day could be quite terrifying. So hide away, hide away. Take Cover. Find cover on 'our plain':
Boys thread the woods
To their remotest shades
But in these marshy flats, these stagnant floods,
Security pervades.
From year to year
Places untrodden lie
Where man nor boy nor stock ventured near
-Naught gazed on but the sky
And fowl that dread
The very breath of man
Hiding in spots that never knew his tread
A wild and timid clan
In these thy haunts
I've gleaned habitual love
From the vague world where pride and folly taunts
I muse and look above
Thy solitudes
The unbounded heaven esteems
And here my heart warms into higher moods
And dignifying dreams
Excerpt from 'A Writer's Day-Book', by Ronald Blythe
Trent Editions, 2006.
Trent Editions, 2006.
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