John Clare (Джон Клэр)

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. 

1. The Woodman
2. The Thrush's Nest
3. Rural Evening
4. To an April Daisy
5. On an Infant’s Grave

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