I cant contain myself in summers prime
Tuneless I hum my wonder songs into rhyme
Mere scraps of what I think or feel or see
While sauntering narrow lanes – they are to me
A heritage of happiness & yields
Peace & calm joy from the refreshing fields
(A Clare ‘unpublished fragment’)Follow for daily #JohnClare postings
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