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The faint sun tipt the rising ground	A
No blustering wind the air was still	B
The blue mist thinly scatter'd round	A
Verg'd along the distant hill	B
Delightful morn from labour free	C
I jocund met the south west gale	D
While here and there a busy bee	C
Humm'd sweetly o'er the flow'ry vale	D
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O joyful morn on pleasure bent	E
Down the green slopes and fields I flew	F
And through the thickest covert went	E
Which hid me from the public view	F
Nor was it shame nor was it fear	G
No no it was my own dear choice	H
I love the briary thicket where	I
Echo keeps her mocking voice	H
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The sun's increasing heat was kind	J
His warm beams cheer'd the vales around	A
I left my own fields far behind	J
And pilgrim like trod foreign ground	A
The glowing landscape's charms I caught	K
Where'er I look'd or wander'd o'er	L
And every wood and field methought	K
A greener brighter prospect wore	M
	-
Delicious morn thou'lt always find	K
When even pastime intervenes	N
A vacant opening in my mind	K
To think and cherish thy fond scenes	N
Though no huge rock approach'd my sight	K
Nor lofty mountain rear'd its head	K
Enough for wonder and delight	K
All around my path was spread	K
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Sometimes musing on the sky	O
Then list'ning to the waterfall	P
Now marking sunbeams mounted high	O
Glistening shine on Walkherd hall	P
Thus I often made a stand	K
Thus I mark'd each curious spot	K
And seemingly to court my hand	K
I now and then a cowslip got	K
	-
But Barnack Simmons thine's the place	Q
Where antique forms are dimly shewn	R
There o'er thy moss grown hills I trace	Q
Scenes which never will be known	R
The deep sunk moat the stony mound	K
Brought o'er my mind a pensive fit	K
But ah thought I while looking round	K
Their heads don't ache that made yon pit	K
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O thou long remember'd morn	R
How blest was I in these dear vales	S
When snugly hid beneath the thorn	R
I mus'd o'er Bloomfield's Rural Tales	S
And there sweet bard thy forest song	T
Describ'd with energy sublime	U
Fraught with such music charm'd my tongue	V
And turn'd my simple thoughts to rhyme	U
	-
Thus ever varying my mind	K
Ever running like the rill	B
Soon I left these scenes behind	K
In quest of others brighter still	B
Yet not for ever no ye vales	S
I love your pleasant shades too well	W
And often since to view your dales	S
I've brush'd along the upland swell	W
	-
Now nothing save a running stream	X
For awhile my eye engag'd	K
Whose plaintive murmurs sooth'd my dream	X
And all aspiring thoughts assuag'd	K
Now when near its mossy bank	Y
I well remember how I lay	Z
Stretching o'er the oaken plank	Y
To see the dancing beetles play	Z
	-
Though the stranger passing by	O
Scarcely gave a single look	A2
Yet for a whole day could I lie	O
And pore upon this little brook	A2
Well pleas'd to view its winding rounds	B2
And see the eddying purls it made	K
But still its daisy skirted bounds	B2
Like Barnham water want a shade	K
	-
The passing hours jogg'd on apace	Q
And in their progress seem'd to say	Z
Haste and gain that destin'd place	Q
Or soon thou'lt lose the flitting day	Z
I instantly obey'd their call	P
Nor went to where the footpath lay	Z
But clamber'd o'er an old rough wall	P
And stole across the nearest way	Z
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No spire I caught nor woody swell	W
My eye confin'd to lower bounds	B2
Yet not to mark the flowret's bell	W
But watch the owners of the grounds	B2
Their presence was my only fear	G
No boughs to shield me if they came	C2
And soon amid my rash career	G
I deem'd such trespassing to blame	C2
	-
For troubled thoughts began to rise	D2
Of ills almost beyond relief	E2
Which might from this one cause arise	D2
And leave me then to want reprief	E2
So arguing with myself how vain	R
An afterthought still to keep free	C
Made me to seek the road again	R
And own the force of liberty	C
	-
For oh its unabated power	L
Did then my breast with raptures fill	B
And sure it was a happy hour	L
That led me up to Barnack hill	B
There uncontroll'd I knew no bounds	B2
But look'd o'er villages a crowd	K
And cots and spires to farthest rounds	B2
While far trees seem'd a misty cloud	K
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When tir'd with such far stretching views	F2
I left the green hill's sideling slope	G2
But O so tempting was the muse	F2
She made me wish she made me hope	G2
I wish'd and hoped that future days	H2
For scenes prophetic fill'd my breast	K
Would grant to me a crown of bays	H2
By singing maids and shepherds drest	K
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These for awhile gave such delight	K
And occupied my mind so strong	T
That not one view could tempt my sight	K
But all unheeded pass'd along	T
Save only when that destin'd place	Q
As yet unknown though long endear'd	K
Enrich'd with many a nameless grace	Q
Through fancy's flitting eye appear'd	K

John Clare

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