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Soon as the spring its earliest visit pays	A
And buds with March and April's lengthen'd days	A
Of mingled suns and shades and snow and rain	B
Forcing the crackling frost to melt again	C
Oft sprinkling from their bosoms as they come	D
A dwindling daisy here and there to bloom	E
I mark the widow and her orphan boy	F
In preparation for their old employ	F
The cloak and hat that had for seasons past	G
Repell'd the rain and buffeted the blast	G
Though worn to shreddings still are occupied	H
In make shift way their nakedness to hide	H
For since her husband died her hopes are few	I
When time's worn out the old to purchase new	I
Upon the green they're seen by rising sun	J
To sharp winds croodling they would vainly shun	J
With baskets on their arm and hazel crooks	K
Dragging the sprouting cresses from the brooks	K
A savoury sallad sought for Luxury's whim	L
Though small reward her labours meet from him	L
When parcel'd out she humbly takes for sale	M
The simple produce of the water'd vale	M
In yearly visits to some market town	N
Meeting by turns a penny and a frown	N
Of all the masks deception ever weaves	O
Life thine's the visage that the most deceives	O
One hour of thine an emperor's gory greets	O
Another turns him begging in the streets	O
E'en this poor wretch thy meanest link who lives	O
On scantiest sustenance that labour gives	O
Has known her better days whom thou times gone	P
E'en condescended to look kindly on	Q
Things went not thus when abler hands supplied	H
Life's vain existence ere her husband died	H
Who various ways a living did pursue	O
Clerk of the parish and schoolmaster too	O
He punctual always rang the evening bell	R
And sang Amen on Sundays loud and well	R
And though not nice in this and that respect	S
Was rarely found his duty to neglect	S
His worldly ways religions ne'er perplext	S
He never fail'd to recollect the text	S
Or quote the sermon's passages by heart	S
In warm devotion o'er an honest quart	S
And as a brother of those subtle tools	O
That make such figuring in our country schools	O
He lov'd his skill to flourish and to show	T
As well as godly he was learned too	S
Though with the boast most common to his kin	U
The use of figures he knew little in	U
By far too puzzling for his head were they	V
He sought fame's purchase by an easier way	V
And like his scholars with his A B C	W
Was found more ready than with rule of three	W
He'd many things to crack on with his ale	M
For clowns less learn'd to wonder at the tale	M
And o'er his pot he'd take the news and preach	X
And observations make from speech to speech	X
Till those around him swore each wise remark	Y
Show'd him more fit for parson than for clerk	Z
To minutes he would tell when moons were new	S
And of eclipses talk the seasons through	S
Run o'er as ready as he'd read his prayers	O
All the saint days the calendar declares	O
Mystic conclusions draw from many a sign	A2
Which made him judge of weather foul or fine	A2
And dripping moons or suns in crimson set	S
To him sure tokens were of fair or wet	S
Of wonders he knew all the yearly store	B2
That fill the learned almanacks of Moore	C2
Earthquakes and plagues and floods when they befel	M
From second father Noah's day could tell	M
Till most gave out had he divulg'd his trade	S
The best of almanacks he would have made	S
And much they wonder'd when he died to find	S
He left no fragment of his art behind	S
And as he always for the sake of fame	D2
Conceal'd the sources whence his learning came	D2
His artless list'ners who of books none knew	S
'Sides the large Bible in the parson's pew	S
Thought he more things than lawful understood	S
And knowledge got from helpers not too good	S
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When he was living she had food on shelf	E2
And knew no trials to support herself	E2
Though industry would oft from leisure steal	M
Odd hours to knit or turn the spinning wheel	M
Choice is not misery she had neighbour's fare	F2
Got hand to mouth and decent clothes to wear	F2
Though joys fall sparing in this checqer'd life	G2
Wide difference parts the widow from the wife	G2
Encroaching want show'd not such frightful form	H2
Nor drove her dithering in the 'numbing storm	H2
Picking half naked round the brooks for bread	S
To earn her penny ere she can be fed	S
In grief pursuing every chance to live	I2
That timely toils in seasons please to give	J2
Through hot and cold come weather as it will	M
Striving with pain and disappointed still	M
Just keeping from expiring life's last fire	K2
That pining lingers ready to expire	L2
The winter through near barefoot left to pull	M
From bramble twigs her little mites of wool	M
A hard earn'd sixpence when her mops are spun	J
By many a walk and aching finger won	J
And seeking hirpling round from time to time	M2
Her harmless sticks from hedges hung with rime	M2
The daily needings want's worst shifts require	K2
To hunt her fuel ere she makes her fire	K2
Where she while grinning to the hissing blast	S
With buds or berries often breaks her fast	S
All summer too the little rest of care	F2
Is every morning cheated of its share	F2
And ere one sunbeam glistens in the dew	S
The long wet pasture grass she dabbles through	S
Where sprout the mushrooms in the fairy ring	N2
Which night's black mystery to perfection brings	O
And these she seeks ere 'gin her early toils	O
As extra gains to labour's scanty spoils	O
By every means thus ling'ring life along	O2
Continual struggling 'gainst a stream too strong	O2

John Clare

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