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Up this green woodland ride let's softly rove	A
And list the nightingale she dwells just here	B
Hush let the wood gate softly clap for fear	C
The noise might drive her from her home of love	D
For here I've heard her many a merry year	C
At morn at eve nay all the live long day	E
As though she lived on song This very spot	F
Just where that old man's beard all wildly trails	G
Rude arbours o'er the road and stops the way	E
And where that child its blue bell flowers hath got	F
Laughing and creeping through the mossy rails	G
There have I hunted like a very boy	H
Creeping on hands and knees through matted thorn	I
To find her nest and see her feed her young	J
And vainly did I many hours employ	H
All seemed as hidden as a thought unborn	I
And where those crimping fern leaves ramp among	J
The hazel's under boughs I've nestled down	K
And watched her while she sung and her renown	K
Hath made me marvel that so famed a bird	L
Should have no better dress than russet brown	K
Her wings would tremble in her ecstasy	M
And feathers stand on end as 'twere with joy	H
And mouth wide open to release her heart	N
Of its out sobbing songs The happiest part	N
Of summer's fame she shared for so to me	M
Did happy fancies shapen her employ	H
But if I touched a bush or scarcely stirred	L
All in a moment stopt I watched in vain	O
The timid bird had left the hazel bush	P
And at a distance hid to sing again	Q
Lost in a wilderness of listening leaves	R
Rich Ecstasy would pour its luscious strain	O
Till envy spurred the emulating thrush	S
To start less wild and scarce inferior songs	T
For while of half the year Care him bereaves	T
To damp the ardour of his speckled breast	U
The nightingale to summer's life belongs	T
And naked trees and winter's nipping wrongs	T
Are strangers to her music and her rest	U
Her joys are evergreen her world is wide	V
Hark there she is as usual let's be hush	S
For in this black thorn clump if rightly guest	U
Her curious house is hidden Part aside	V
These hazel branches in a gentle way	E
And stoop right cautious 'neath the rustling boughs	T
For we will have another search to day	E
And hunt this fern strewn thorn clump round and round	W
And where this reeded wood grass idly bows	T
We'll wade right through it is a likely nook	X
In such like spots and often on the ground	W
They'll build where rude boys never think to look	X
Aye as I live her secret nest is here	B
Upon this white thorn stump I've searched about	Y
For hours in vain There put that bramble by	Z
Nay trample on its branches and get near	C
How subtle is the bird she started out	Y
And raised a plaintive note of danger nigh	Z
Ere we were past the brambles and now near	C
Her nest she sudden stops as choking fear	C
That might betray her home So even now	A2
We'll leave it as we found it safety's guard	B2
Of pathless solitudes shall keep it still	C2
See there she's sitting on the old oak bough	A2
Mute in her fears our presence doth retard	B2
Her joys and doubt turns every rapture chill	C2
Sing on sweet bird may no worse hap befall	D2
Thy visions than the fear that now deceives	T
We will not plunder music of its dower	E2
Nor turn this spot of happiness to thrall	D2
For melody seems hid in every flower	F2
That blossoms near thy home These harebells all	D2
Seem bowing with the beautiful in song	G2
And gaping cuckoo flower with spotted leaves	T
Seems blushing of the singing it has heard	L
How curious is the nest no other bird	L
Uses such loose materials or weaves	T
Its dwelling in such spots dead oaken leaves	T
Are placed without and velvet moss within	H2
And little scraps of grass and scant and spare	I2
What scarcely seem materials down and hair	I2
For from men's haunts she nothing seems to win	H2
Yet Nature is the builder and contrives	T
Homes for her children's comfort even here	B
Where Solitude's disciples spend their lives	T
Unseen save when a wanderer passes near	C
That loves such pleasant places Deep adown	H2
The nest is made a hermit's mossy cell	J2
Snug lie her curious eggs in number five	K2
Of deadened green or rather olive brown	H2
And the old prickly thorn bush guards them well	J2
So here we'll leave them still unknown to wrong	G2
As the old woodland's legacy of song	G2

John Clare

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