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. 

1. Rural Evening
2. The Thrush's Nest
3. The Woodman
4. Patty
5. Ballad

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