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Where the broad sheepwalk bare and brown	A
Yields scant grass pining after showers	B
And winds go fanning up and down	A
The little strawy bents and nodding flowers	B
There the huge thistle spurred with many thorns	C
The suncrackt upland's russet swells adorns	C
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Not undevoid of beauty there they come	D
Armed warriors waiting neither suns nor showers	B
Guarding the little clover plots to bloom	E
While sheep nor oxen dare not crop their flowers	B
Unsheathing their own knobs of tawny flowers	B
When summer cometh in her hottest hours	B
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The pewit swopping up and down	A
And screaming round the passer bye	F
Or running oer the herbage brown	A
With copple crown uplifted high	F
Loves in its clumps to make a home	G
Where danger seldom cares to come	D
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The yellowhammer often prest	H
For spot to build and be unseen	I
Will in its shelter trust her nest	H
When fields and meadows glow with green	I
And larks though paths go closely bye	F
Will in its shade securely lie	F
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The partridge too that scarce can trust	J
The open downs to be at rest	H
Will in its clumps lie down and dust	J
And prune its horseshoe circled breast	H
And oft in shining fields of green	I
Will lay and raise its brood unseen	I
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The sheep when hunger presses sore	K
May nip the clover round its nest	H
But soon the thistle wounding sore	K
Relieves it from each brushing guest	H
That leaves a bit of wool behind	L
The yellowhammer loves to find	L
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The horse will set his foot and bite	M
Close to the ground lark's guarded nest	H
And snort to meet the prickly sight	M
He fans the feathers of her breast	H
Yet thistles prick so deep that he	N
Turns back and leaves her dwelling free	N
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Its prickly knobs the dews of morn	O
Doth bead with dressing rich to see	N
When threads doth hang from thorn to thorn	O
Like the small spinner's tapestry	N
And from the flowers a sultry smell	P
Comes that agrees with summer well	P
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The bee will make its bloom a bed	Q
The humble bee in tawny brown	A
And one in jacket fringed with red	Q
Will rest upon its velvet down	A
When overtaken in the rain	R
And wait till sunshine comes again	S
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And there are times when travel goes	T
Along the sheep tracks' beaten ways	U
Then pleasure many a praise bestows	T
Upon its blossoms' pointed rays	U
When other things are parched beside	V
And hot day leaves it in its pride	V

John Clare

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