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Harvest approaches with its bustling day	A
The wheat tans brown and barley bleaches grey	A
In yellow garb the oat land intervenes	B
And tawney glooms the valley thronged with beans	B
Silent the village grows wood wandering dreams	C
Seem not so lovely as its quiet seems	C
Doors are shut up as on a winters day	A
And not a child about them lies at play	A
The dust that winnows neath the breezes feet	D
Is all that stirs about the silent street	D
Fancy might think that desert spreading fear	E
Had whisperd terrors into quiets ear	F
Or plundering armys past the place had come	G
And drove the lost inhabitants from home	H
The fields now claim them where a motley crew	I
Of old and young their daily tasks pursue	I
The barleys beard is grey and wheat is brown	J
And wakens toil betimes to leave the town	J
The reapers leave their beds before the sun	K
And gleaners follow when home toils are done	K
To pick the littered ear the reaper leaves	L
And glean in open fields among the sheaves	L
The ruddy child nursed in the lap of care	M
In toils rude ways to do its little share	M
Beside its mother poddles oer the land	N
Sun burnt and stooping with a weary hand	N
Picking its tiney glean of corn or wheat	D
While crackling stubbles wound its legs and feet	D
Full glad it often is to sit awhile	O
Upon a smooth green baulk to ease its toil	P
And feign would spend an idle hour to play	A
With insects strangers to the moiling day	A
Creeping about each rush and grassy stem	Q
And often wishes it was one of them	Q
In weariness of heart that it might lye	R
Hid in the grass from the days burning eye	R
That raises tender blisters on his skin	S
Thro holes or openings that have lost a pin	S
Free from the crackling stubs to toil and glean	T
And smiles to think how happy it had been	S
Whilst its expecting mother stops to tye	R
Her handful up and waiting his supply	R
Misses the resting younker from her side	U
And shouts of rods and morts of threats beside	U
Pointing to the grey willows while she tells	V
His fears shall fetch one if he still rebells	V
Picturing harsh truths in its unpracticed eye	R
How they who idle in the harvest lye	R
Shall well deserving in the winter pine	W
Or hunt the hedges with the birds and swine	W
In vain he wishes that the rushes height	X
Were tall as trees to hide him from her sight	X
Leaving his pleasant seat he sighs and rubs	V
His legs and shows scratchd wounds from piercing stubs	V
To make excuse for play but she disdains	V
His little wounds and smiles while he complains	V
And as he stoops adown in troubles sore	Y
She sees his grief and bids him sob no more	Y
As bye and bye on the next sabbath day	A
She'll give him well earned pence as well as play	A
When he may buy almost with out a stint	Z
Sweet candied horehound cakes and pepper mint	Z
Or streaking sticks of lusious lolipop	A2
What ere he chuses from the tempting shop	A2
Wi in whose diamond winder shining lye	R
Things of all sorts to tempt his eager eye	R
Rich sugar plumbs in phials shining bright	X
In every hue young fancys to delight	X
Coaches and ladys of gilt ginger bread	B2
And downy plumbs and apples streaked with red	B2
Such promises all sorrows soon displace	V
And smiles are instant kindled in his face	V
Scorning all troubles which he felt before	Y
He picks the trailing ears and mourns no more	Y
The fields are all alive with busy noise	V
Of labours sounds and insects humming joys	V
Some oer the glittering sickle sweating stoop	A2
Startling full oft the partridge coveys up	A2
Some oer the rustling scythe go bending on	C2
And shockers follow where their toils have gone	D2
First turning swaths to wither in the sun	K
Where mice from terrors dangers nimbly run	K
Leaving their tender young in fears alarm	E2
Lapt up in nests of chimbled grasses warm	F2
And oft themselves for safty search in vain	G2
From the rude boy or churlish hearted swain	G2
Who beat their stone chinkd forks about the groun	G2
And spread an instant murder all around	H2
Tho oft the anxious maidens tender prayer	M
Urges the clown their little lives to spare	M
Who sighs while trailing the long rake along	I2
At scenes so cruel and forgets her song	I2
And stays wi love his murder aiming hand	N
Some ted the puffing winnow down the land	N
And others following roll them up in heaps	V
While cleanly as a barn door beesome sweeps	V
The hawling drag wi gathering weeds entwind	N
And singing rakers end the toils behind	N
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When the sun stoops to meet the western sky	R
And noons hot hours have wanderd weary bye	R
They seek an awthorn bush or willow tree	J2
Or stouk or shock where coolest shadows be	J2
Where baskets heapd and unbroachd bottles lye	R
Which dogs in absence watchd with wary eye	R
To catch their breath awhile and share the boon	G2
Which beavering time alows their toil at noon	G2
All gathering sit on stubbs or sheaves the hour	K2
Where scarlet poppys linger still in flower	K2
Stript in his shirt the hot swain drops adown	G2
And close beside him in her unpind gown	G2
Next to her favoured swain the maiden steals	V
Blushing at kindness which her love reveals	V
Who makes a seat for her of things around	N
And drops beside her on the naked ground	N
Wearied wi brambles catching at her gown	G2
And pulling nutts from branches pulld adown	G2
By friendly swain the maid Wi heaving breast	N
Upon her lovers shoulder leans at rest	N
Then from its cool retreat the beer they bring	L2
And hand the stout hooped bottle round the ring	L2
Each swain soaks hard the maiden ere she sips	V
Shrieks at the bold whasp settling on her lips	V
That seems determined only hers to greet	N
As if it fancied they were cherrys sweet	N
So dog forgoes his sleep awhile or play	A
Springing at frogs that rustling jump away	A
To watch each morsel that the boon bestows	V
And wait the bone or crumb the shepherd throws	V
For shepherds are no more of ease possest	N
But share the harvests labours with the rest	N
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When day declines and labour meets repose	V
The bawling boy his evening journey goes	V
At toils unwearied call the first and last	N
He drives his horses to their nights repast	N
In dewey close or meadow to sojourn	G2
And often ventures on his still return	G2
Oer garden pales or orchard walls to hie	M2
When sleeps safe key hath locked up dangers eye	R
All but the mastiff watching in the dark	N2
Who snufts and knows him and forbears to bark	N2
With fearful haste he climbs each loaded tree	J2
And picks for prizes which the ripest be	J2
Pears plumbs or filberts covered oer in leams	V
While the pale moon creeps high in peaceful dreams	V
And oer his harvest theft in jealous light	N
Fills empty shadows with the power to fright	N
And owlet screaming as it bounces nigh	R
That from some barn hole pops and hurries bye	R
Scard at the cat upon her nightly watch	O2
For rats that come for dew upon the thatch	P2
He hears the noise and trembling to escape	A2
While every object grows a dismal shape	A2
Drops from the tree in fancys swiftest dread	N
By ghosts pursued and scampers home to bed	N
Quick tumbling oer the mossy mouldering wall	Q2
And looses half his booty in the fall	Q2
Where soon as ere the morning opes its eyes	V
The restless hogs will happen on the prize	V
And crump adown the mellow and the green	G2
And makes all seem as nothing ne'er had been	G2
Amid the broils of harvests weary reign	G2
How sweet the sabbath wakes its rest again	G2
For each weary mind what rapture dwells	V
To hear once more its pleasant chiming bells	V
That from each steeple peeping here and there	M
Murmur a soothing lullaby to care	M
The shepherd journying on his morning rounds	V
Pauses awhile to hear their pleasing sounds	V
While the glad childern free from toils employ	R2
Mimic the ding dong sounds and laugh for joy	R2
The fields themselves seem happy to be free	J2
Where insects chatter with unusual glee	J2
While solitude the stubbs and grass among	S2
Apears to muse and listen to the song	I2
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In quiet peace awakes the welcomed morn	G2
Men tired and childern with their gleaning worn	G2
Weary and stiff lye round their doors the day	N
To rest themselves with little heart for play	N
No more keck horns in homestead close resounds	V
As in their school boy days at hare and hounds	V
Nor running oer the street from wall to wall	Q2
With eager shouts	V

John Clare

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