Poem by John Clare

Grasshoppers

Grasshoppers go in many a thumming spring
And now to stalks of tasseled sow-grass cling,
That shakes and swees awhile, but still keeps straight;
While arching oxeye doubles with his weight.
Next on the cat-tail-grass with farther bound
He springs, that bends until they touch the ground. 

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2. Effusion
3. Ballad
4. My Love, Thou Art a Nosegay Sweet
5. The Meeting

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