& the gay wasp in its stript jacket comes
To sunny banks in terryfying hums
Waking the herd boys fears that ramble nigh
& threatning vengance to each passer bye
Swarthy yet lovly by each zepher fand
As the soft cheek of milkmaids summer tan'd
Glad as loves hope that meets the maidens smile
Its soul adores interpreting the while
Such things to the souls wishes fond & sweet
Till the heart aches with joy
(an unfinished fragment)
Follow for daily #JohnClare posts
#poetry #environment #truth #honesty
No comments:
Post a Comment