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Nature now spreads around in dreary hue	A
A pall to cover all that summer knew	A
Yet in the poets solitary way	B
Some pleasing objects for his praise delay	B
Somthing that makes him pause and turn again	C
As every trifle will his eye detain	D
The free horse rustling through the stubble land	E
And bawling herd boy with his motly band	E
Of hogs and sheep and cows who feed their fill	F
Oer cleard fields rambling where so ere they will	F
The geese flock gabbling in the splashy fields	G
And quaking ducks in pondweeds half conseald	E
Or seeking worms along the homclose sward	E
Right glad of freedom from the prison yard	E
While every cart rut dribbles its low tide	E
And every hollow splashing sports provide	E
The hedger stopping gaps wi pointed bough	H
Made by intruding horse and blundering cow	H
The milk maid tripping on her morning way	B
And fodderers oft tho early cutting hay	B
Dropping the littering forkfulls from his back	I
Side where the thorn fence circles round the stack	I
The cotter journying wi his noisev swine	J
Along the wood side where the brambles twine	J
Shaking from dinted cups the acorns brown	K
And from the hedges red awes dashing down	K
And nutters rustling in the yellow woods	L
Scaring from their snug lairs the pheasant broods	L
And squirrels secret toils oer winter dreams	L
Picking the brown nuts from the yellow beams	L
And hunters from the thickets avenue	A
In scarlet jackets startling on the view	A
Skiming a moment oer the russet plain	D
Then hiding in the colord woods again	C
The ploping guns sharp momentary shock	M
Which eccho bustles from her cave to mock	M
The sticking groups in many a ragged set	E
Brushing the woods their harmless loads to get	E
And gipseys camps in some snug shelterd nook	N
Where old lane hedges like the pasture brook	N
Run crooking as they will by wood and dell	O
In such lone spots these wild wood roamers dwell	O
On commons where no farmers claims appear	P
Nor tyrant justice rides to interfere	P
Such the abodes neath hedge or spreading oak	Q
And but discovered by its curling smoak	Q
Puffing and peeping up as wills the breeze	L
Between the branches of the colord trees	L
Such are the pictures that october yields	L
To please the poet as he walks the fields	L
Oft dames in faded cloak of red or grey	B
Loiters along the mornings dripping way	B
Wi wicker basket on their witherd arms	L
Searching the hedges of home close or farms	L
Where brashy elder trees to autum fade	E
Each cotters mossy hut and garden shade	E
Whose glossy berrys picturesquly weaves	L
Their swathy bunches mid the yellow leaves	L
Where the pert sparrow stains his little bill	F
And tutling robin picks his meals at will	F
Black ripening to the wan suns misty ray	B
Here the industrious huswives wend their way	B
Pulling the brittle branches carefull down	K
And hawking loads of berrys to the town	K
Wi unpretending skill yet half divine	J
To press and make their eldern berry wine	J
That bottld up becomes a rousing charm	R
To kindle winters icy bosom warm	S
That wi its merry partner nut brown beer	P
Makes up the peasants christmass keeping cheer	P
While nature like fair woman in decay	B
Which pale consumption hourly wastes away	B
Upon her waining features pale and chill	F
Wears dreams of beauty that seem lovely still	F
Among the heath furze still delights to dwell	O
Quaking as if with cold the harvest bell	O
The mushroom buttons each moist morning brings	L
Like spots of snow in the green tawney rings	L
And fuzz balls swelld like bladders in the grass	L
Which oft the merry laughing milking lass	L
Will stoop to gather in her sportive airs	L
And slive in mimickd fondness unawares	L
To smut the brown cheek of the teazing swain	D
Wi the black powder which their balls contain	D
Who feigns offence at first that love may speed	E
Then charms a kiss to recompence the deed	E
The flying clouds urged on in swiftest pace	L
Like living things as if they runned a race	L
The winds that oer each coming tempest broods	L
Waking like spirits in their startling moods	L
Fluttering the sear leaves on the blasting lea	T
That litters under every fading tree	T
And pausing oft as falls the pattering rain	D
Then gathering strength and twirling them again	C
The startld stockdove hurried wizzing bye	U
As the still hawk hangs oer him in the sky	U
Crows from the oak trees qawking as they spring	V
Dashing the acorns down wi beating wing	V
Waking the woodlands sleep in noises low	W
Pattring on crimpt brakes withering brown below	W
While from their hollow nest the squirrels pop	X
Adown the tree to pick them as they drop	X
The starnel crowds that dim the muddy light	E
The crows and jackdaws flapping home at night	E
And puddock circling round its lazy flight	E
Round the wild sweeing wood in motion slow	W
Before it perches on the oaks below	W
And hugh black beetles revelling alone	Y
In the dull evening with their heavy drone	Y
Buzzing from barn door straw and hovel sides	L
Where fodderd cattle from the night abides	L
These pictures linger thro the shortning day	B
And cheer the lone bards mellancholy way	B
And now and then a solitary boy	Z
Journeying and muttering oer his dreams of joy	Z

John Clare

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