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Poem by John Clare


Wood Rides


Who hath not felt the influence that so calms
The weary mind in summers sultry hours
When wandering thickest woods beneath the arms
Of ancient oaks and brushing nameless flowers
That verge the little ride who hath not made
A minutes waste of time and sat him down
Upon a pleasant swell to gaze awhile
On crowding ferns bluebells and hazel leaves
And showers of lady smocks so called by toil
When boys sprote gathering sit on stulps and weave
Garlands while barkmen pill the fallen tree
- Then mid the green variety to start
Who hath (not) met that mood from turmoil free
And felt a placid joy refreshed at heart.



John Clare


John Clare's other poems:
  1. Farm Breakfast
  2. Nobody Cometh To Woo
  3. Badger
  4. The Gipsy's Camp
  5. Little Trotty Wagtail


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