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Far spread the moorey ground a level scene	A
Bespread with rush and one eternal green	A
That never felt the rage of blundering plough	B
Though centurys wreathed spring's blossoms on its brow	B
Still meeting plains that stretched them far away	C
In uncheckt shadows of green brown and grey	C
Unbounded freedom ruled the wandering scene	A
Nor fence of ownership crept in between	A
To hide the prospect of the following eye	D
Its only bondage was the circling sky	D
One mighty flat undwarfed by bush and tree	E
Spread its faint shadow of immensity	F
And lost itself which seemed to eke its bounds	G
In the blue mist the horizon's edge surrounds	G
Now this sweet vision of my boyish hours	H
Free as spring clouds and wild as summer flowers	H
Is faded all a hope that blossomed free	E
And hath been once no more shall ever be	E
Inclosure came and trampled on the grave	I
Of labour's rights and left the poor a slave	I
And memory's pride ere want to wealth did bow	B
Is both the shadow and the substance now	B
The sheep and cows were free to range as then	J
Where change might prompt nor felt the bonds of men	J
Cows went and came with evening morn and night	F
To the wild pasture as their common right	F
And sheep unfolded with the rising sun	K
Heard the swains shout and felt their freedom won	K
Tracked the red fallow field and heath and plain	L
Then met the brook and drank and roamed again	J
The brook that dribbled on as clear as glass	M
Beneath the roots they hid among the grass	M
While the glad shepherd traced their tracks along	N
Free as the lark and happy as her song	N
But now all's fled and flats of many a dye	D
That seemed to lengthen with the following eye	D
Moors loosing from the sight far smooth and blea	E
Where swopt the plover in its pleasure free	E
Are vanished now with commons wild and gay	C
As poet's visions of life's early day	C
Mulberry bushes where the boy would run	K
To fill his hands with fruit are grubbed and done	K
And hedgrow briars flower lovers overjoyed	F
Came and got flower pots these are all destroyed	F
And sky bound mores in mangled garbs are left	F
Like mighty giants of their limbs bereft	F
Fence now meets fence in owners' little bounds	G
Of field and meadow large as garden grounds	G
In little parcels little minds to please	O
With men and flocks imprisoned ill at ease	O
Each little path that led its pleasant way	C
As sweet as morning leading night astray	C
Where little flowers bloomed round a varied host	F
That travel felt delighted to be lost	F
Nor grudged the steps that he had ta en as vain	L
When right roads traced his journeys and again	J
Nay on a broken tree he'd sit awhile	P
To see the mores and fields and meadows smile	P
Sometimes with cowslaps smothered then all white	F
With daiseys then the summer's splendid sight	F
Of cornfields crimson o'er the headache bloomd	F
Like splendid armys for the battle plumed	F
He gazed upon them with wild fancy's eye	D
As fallen landscapes from an evening sky	D
These paths are stopt the rude philistine's thrall	Q
Is laid upon them and destroyed them all	Q
Each little tyrant with his little sign	R
Shows where man claims earth glows no more divine	R
But paths to freedom and to childhood dear	S
A board sticks up to notice 'no road here'	S
And on the tree with ivy overhung	T
The hated sign by vulgar taste is hung	T
As tho' the very birds should learn to know	U
When they go there they must no further go	U
Thus with the poor scared freedom bade goodbye	D
And much they feel it in the smothered sigh	D
And birds and trees and flowers without a name	V
All sighed when lawless law's enclosure came	V
And dreams of plunder in such rebel schemes	W
Have found too truly that they were but dreams	W

John Clare

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