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The sun now sinks behind the woodland green	A
And twittering spangles glow the leaves between	A
So bright and dazzling on the eye it plays	B
As if noon's heat had kindled to a blaze	B
But soon it dims in red and heavier hues	C
And shows wild fancy cheated in her views	C
A mist like moisture rises from the ground	D
And deeper blueness stains the distant round	D
The eye each moment as it gazes o'er	E
Still loses objects which it mark'd before	F
The woods at distance changing like to clouds	G
And spire points croodling under evening's shrouds	G
Till forms of things and hues of leaf and flower	E
In deeper shadows as by magic power	E
With light and all in scarce perceiv'd decay	H
Put on mild evening's sober garb of grey	H
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Now in the sleepy gloom that blackens round	D
Dies many a lulling hum of rural sound	D
From cottage door farm yard and dusty lane	I
Where home the cart horse tolters with the swain	I
Or padded holm where village boys resort	J
Bawling enraptur'd o'er their evening sport	J
Till night awakens superstition's dread	K
And drives them prisoners to a restless bed	K
Thrice happy eve of days no more to me	L
Whoever thought such change belong'd to thee	L
When like to boys whom now thy gloom surrounds	M
I chas'd the stag or play d at fox and hounds	M
Or wander'd down the lane with many a mate	N
To play at see saw on the pasture gate	N
Or on the threshold of some cottage sat	O
To watch the flittings of the shrieking bat	O
Who seemly pleas'd to mock our treacherous view	P
Would even swoop and touch us as he flew	P
And vainly still our hopes to entertain	I
Would stint his route and circle us again	Q
Till wearied out with many a coaxing call	R
Which boyish superstition loves to bawl	R
His shrill song shrieking he betook to flight	S
And left us puzzled in short sighted night	S
Those days have fled me as from them they steal	T
And I've felt losses they must shortly feel	T
But sure such ends make every bosom sore	F
To think of pleasures we must meet no more	F
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Now from the pasture milking maidens come	U
With each a swain to bear the burden home	V
Who often coax them on their pleasant way	H
To soodle longer out in love's delay	H
While on a mole hill or a resting stile	W
The simple rustics try their arts the while	W
With glegging smiles and hopes and fears between	A
Snatching a kiss to open what they mean	A
And all the utmost that their tongues can do	P
The honey'd words which nature earns to woo	P
The wild flower sweets of language love and dear	X
With warmest utterings meet each maiden's ear	Y
Who as by magic smit she knows not why	Z
From the warm look that waits a wish'd reply	Z
Droops fearful down in love's delightful swoon	A2
As slinks the blossom from the suns of noon	A2
While sighs half smother'd from the throbbing breast	B2
And broken words sweet trembling o'er the rest	B2
And cheeks in blushes burning turn'd aside	C2
Betray the plainer what she strives to hide	C2
The amorous swain sees through the feign'd disguise	D2
Discerns the fondness she at first denies	D2
And with all passions love and truth can move	E2
Urges more strong the simpering maid to love	F2
More freely using toying ways to win	G2
Tokens that echo from the soul within	G2
Her soft hand nipping that with ardour burns	H2
And timid gentlier presses its returns	H2
Then stealing pins with innocent deceit	I2
To loose the 'kerchief from its envied seat	I2
Then unawares her bonnet he'll untie	Z
Her dark brown ringlets wiping gently by	Z
To steal a kiss in seemly feign'd disguise	D2
As love yields kinder taken by surprise	D2
While nearly conquer'd she less disapproves	J2
And owns at last mid tears and sighs she loves	K2
With sweetest feelings that this world bestows	L2
Now each to each their inmost souls disclose	L2
Vow to be true and to be truly ta'en	Q
Repeat their loves and vow it o'er again	Q
And pause at loss of language to proclaim	M2
Those purest pleasures yet without a name	M2
And while in highest ecstacy of bliss	N2
The shepherd holds her yielding hand in his	O2
He turns to heaven to witness what he feels	P2
And silent shows what want of words conceals	P2
Then ere the parting moments hustle nigh	Z
And night in deeper dye his curtain dips	Q2
Till next day's evening glads the anxious eye	Z
He swears his truth and seals it on her lips	Q2
	-
At even's hour the truce of toil 'tis sweet	I2
The sons of labour at their ease to meet	I2
On piled bench beside the cottage door	F
Made up of mud and stones and sodded o'er	E
Where rustic taste at leisure trimly weaves	R2
The rose and straggling woodbine to the eaves	R2
And on the crowded spot that pales enclose	L2
The white and scarlet daisy rears in rows	L2
Training the trailing peas in bunches neat	I2
Perfuming evening with a luscious sweet	I2
And sun flowers planting for their gilded show	S2
That scale the window's lattice ere they blow	S2
Then sweet to habitants within the sheds	T2
Peep through the diamond pane their golden heads	T2
Or at the shop where ploughs and harrows lie	Z
Well known to every child that passes by	Z
From shining fragments littering on the floor	F
And branded letters burnt upon the door	F
Where meddling boys the torment of the street	I2
In hard burnt cinders ready weapons meet	I2
To pelt the martins 'neath the eves at rest	B2
That oft are wak'd to mourn a ruin'd nest	B2
Or sparrows that delight their nests to leave	U2
In dust to flutter at the cool of eve	U2
For such like scenes the gossip leaves her home	V
And sons of labour light their pipes and come	U
To talk of wages whether high or low	S2
And mumble news that still as secrets go	S2
When heedless then to all the rest may say	H
The beckoning lover nods the maid away	H
And at a distance many an hour they seem	V2
In jealous whisperings o'er their pleasing theme	V2
While children round them teasing sports prolong	W2
To twirl the top or bounce the hoop along	W2
Or shout across the street their one catch all	R
Or prog the hous'd bee from the cotter's wall	R
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Now at the parish cottage wall'd with dirt	X2
Where all the cumber grounds of life resort	J
From the low door that bows two props between	A
Some feeble tottering dame surveys the scene	A
By them reminded of the long lost day	H
When she herself was young and went to play	H
And turning to the painful scenes again	Q
The mournful changes she has met since then	Q
Her aching heart the contrast moves so keen	A
E'en sighs a wish that life had never been	G2
Still vainly sinning while she strives to pray	H
Half smother'd discontent pursues its way	H
In whispering Providence how blest she'd been	G2
If life's last troubles she'd escap'd unseen	A
If ere want sneak'd for grudg'd support from pride	C2
She had but shar'd of childhood's joys and died	C2
And as to talk some passing neighbours stand	Y2
And shove their box within her tottering hand	Y2
She turns from echoes of her younger years	Z2
And nips the portion of her snuff with tears	A3

John Clare

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