John Clare (Джон Клэр)

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All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks
Are life eternal: and in silence they
Speak happiness beyond the reach of books;
There's nothing mortal in them; their decay
Is the green life of change; to pass away
And come again in blooms revivified.
Its birth was heaven, eternal it its stay,
And with the sun and moon shall still abide
Beneath their day and night and heaven wide. 

1. Patty
2. Address to Plenty
3. On an Infant’s Grave
4. Summer Evening
5. Noon

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