With no settled weather promised for the next few days, a poem from Clare which (hopefully) beautifully summarises what many will feel this September when the weather improves.
How delightfuly pleasant when the cool chilling air
By September is thrown oer the globe
When each morning both hedges & bushes do wear
Instead of their green—a grey robe
To see the sun rise thro the skirts of the wood
In his mantle so lovely & red
It cheers up my spirits & does me much good
As thro the cold stubbles I tread.
Tho not that his beams more advances the scene
Or adds to the Landscape a charm
But all that delights me by him may be seen
That the ensuing hours will be warm
& this with the poet as yet in the world
In a parallel sense will comply
For when he does view the gay scenes there unfurls
Tis only to light him on high.
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