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March month of 'many weathers' wildly comes	A
In hail and snow and rain and threatning hums	A
And floods while often at his cottage door	B
The shepherd stands to hear the distant roar	B
Loosd from the rushing mills and river locks	C
Wi thundering sound and over powering shocks	C
And headlong hurry thro the meadow brigs	C
Brushing the leaning sallows fingering twigs	C
In feathery foam and eddy hissing chase	C
Rolling a storm oertaken travellers pace	C
From bank to bank along the meadow leas	C
Spreading and shining like to little seas	C
While in the pale sunlight a watery brood	D
Of swopping white birds flock about the flood	E
Yet winter seems half weary of its toil	F
And round the ploughman on the elting soil	F
Will thread a minutes sunshine wild and warm	G
Thro the raggd places of the swimming storm	G
And oft the shepherd in his path will spye	H
The little daisey in the wet grass lye	H
That to the peeping sun enlivens gay	I
Like Labour smiling on an holiday	I
And where the stunt bank fronts the southern sky	H
By lanes or brooks where sunbeams love to lye	H
A cowslip peep will open faintly coy	J
Soon seen and gatherd by a wandering boy	J
A tale of spring around the distant haze	C
Seems muttering pleasures wi the lengthening days	C
Morn wakens mottld oft wi may day stains	C
And shower drops hang the grassy sprouting plains	C
And on the naked thorns of brassy hue	K
Drip glistning like a summer dream of dew	K
While from the hill side freshing forest drops	C
As one might walk upon their thickening tops	C
And buds wi young hopes promise seemly swells	C
Where woodman that in wild seclusion dwells	C
Wi chopping toil the coming spring decieves	C
Of many dancing shadows flowers and leaves	C
And in his pathway down the mossy wood	L
Crushes wi hasty feet full many a bud	E
Of early primrose yet if timely spied	M
Shelterd some old half rotten stump beside	M
The sight will cheer his solitery hour	N
And urge his feet to stride and save the flower	N
Muffld in baffles leathern coat and gloves	C
The hedger toils oft scaring rustling doves	C
From out the hedgrows who in hunger browze	C
The chockolate berrys on the ivy boughs	C
And flocking field fares speckld like the thrush	O
Picking the red awe from the sweeing bush	P
That come and go on winters chilling wing	Q
And seem to share no sympathy wi spring	Q
The stooping ditcher in the water stands	C
Letting the furrowd lakes from off the lands	C
Or splashing cleans the pasture brooks of mud	E
Where many a wild weed freshens into bud	E
And sprouting from the bottom purply green	R
The water cresses neath the wave is seen	R
Which the old woman gladly drags to land	S
Wi reaching long rake in her tottering hand	S
The ploughman mawls along the doughy sloughs	C
And often stop their songs to clean their ploughs	C
From teazing twitch that in the spongy soil	F
Clings round the colter terryfying toil	F
The sower striding oer his dirty way	I
Sinks anckle deep in pudgy sloughs and clay	I
And oer his heavy hopper stoutly leans	C
Strewing wi swinging arms the pattering beans	C
Which soon as aprils milder weather gleams	C
Will shoot up green between the furroed seams	C
The driving boy glad when his steps can trace	C
The swelling edding as a resting place	C
Slings from his clotted shoes the dirt around	T
And feign woud rest him on the solid ground	T
And sings when he can meet the parting green	R
Of rushy balks that bend the lands between	R
While close behind em struts the nauntling crow	U
And daws whose heads seem powderd oer wi snow	U
To seek the worms and rooks a noisey guest	V
That on the wind rockd elms prepares her nest	V
On the fresh furrow often drops to pull	W
The twitching roots and gathering sticks and wool	W
Neath trees whose dead twigs litter to the wind	X
And gaps where stray sheep left their coats behind	X
While ground larks on a sweeing clump of rushes	C
Or on the top twigs of the oddling bushes	C
Chirp their 'cree creeing' note that sounds of spring	Q
And sky larks meet the sun wi flittering wing	Q
Soon as the morning opes its brightning eye	H
Large clouds of sturnels blacken thro the sky	H
From oizer holts about the rushy fen	Y
And reedshaw borders by the river Nen	Y
And wild geese regiments now agen repair	Z
To the wet bosom of broad marshes there	Z
In marching coloms and attention all	A2
Listning and following their ringleaders call	A2
The shepherd boy that hastens now and then	Y
From hail and snow beneath his sheltering den	Y
Of flags or file leavd sedges tyd in sheaves	C
Or stubble shocks oft as his eye percieves	C
Sun threads struck out wi momentery smiles	C
Wi fancy thoughts his lonliness beguiles	C
Thinking the struggling winter hourly bye	H
As down the edges of the distant sky	H
The hailstorm sweeps and while he stops to strip	B2
The stooping hedgbriar of its lingering hip	B2
He hears the wild geese gabble oer his head	C2
And pleasd wi fancys in his musings bred	C2
He marks the figurd forms in which they flye	H
And pausing follows wi a wandering eye	H
Likening their curious march in curves or rows	C
To every letter which his memory knows	C
While far above the solitary crane	Y
Swings lonly to unfrozen dykes again	Y
Cranking a jarring mellancholy cry	H
Thro the wild journey of the cheerless sky	H
Full oft at early seasons mild and fair	Z
March bids farewell wi garlands in her hair	Z
Of hazzel tassles woodbines hairy sprout	D2
And sloe and wild plumb blossoms peeping out	D2
In thickset knotts of flowers preparing gay	I
For aprils reign a mockery of may	I
That soon will glisten on the earnest eye	H
Like snow white cloaths hung in the sun to drye	H
The old dame often stills her burring wheel	E2
When the bright sun will thro the window steal	E2
And gleam upon her face and dancing fall	A2
In diamond shadows on the picturd wall	A2
While the white butterflye as in amaze	C
Will settle on the glossy glass to gaze	C
And oddling bee oft patting passing bye	H
As if they care to tell her spring was nigh	H
And smiling glad to see such things once more	B
Up she will get and potter to the door	B
And look upon the trees beneath the eves	C
Sweet briar and ladslove swelling into leaves	C
And damsin trees thick notting into bloom	F2
And goosberry blossoms on the bushes come	G2
And stooping down oft views her garden beds	C
To see the spring flowers pricking out their heads	C
And from her apron strings she'll often pull	W
Her sissars out an early bunch to cull	H2
For flower pots on the window board to stand	S
Where the old hour glass spins its thread of sand	S
And maids will often mark wi laughing eye	H
In elder where they hang their cloaths to drye	H
The sharp eyd robin hop from grain to grain	Y
Singing its little summer notes again	Y
As a sweet pledge of Spring the little lambs	C
Bleat in the varied weather round their dams	C
Or hugh molehill or roman mound behind	X
Like spots of snow lye shelterd from the wind	X
While the old yoes bold wi paternal cares	C
Looses their fears and every danger dares	C
Who if the shepherds dog but turns his eye	H
And stops behind a moment passing bye	H
Will stamp draw back and then their threats repeat	I2
Urging defiance wi their stamping feet	I2
And stung wi cares hopes cannot recconsile	H2
They stamp and follow till he leaps a stile	H2
Or skulking from their threats betakes to flight	J2
And wi the master lessens out of sight	J2
Clowns mark the threatning rage of march pass bye	H
And clouds wear thin and ragged in the sky	H
While wi less sudden and more lasting smiles	C
The growing sun their hopes of spring beguiles	C
Who often at its end remark wi pride	M
Days lengthen in their visits a 'cocks stride'	M
Dames clean their candlesticks and set them bye	H
Glad of the makeshift light that eves supply	H
The boy returning home at night from toil	H2
Down lane and close oer footbrig gate and style	H2
Oft trembles into fear and stands to hark	K2
The waking fox renew his short gruff bark	K2
While badgers eccho their dread evening shrieks	C
And to his thrilling thoughts in terror speaks	C
And shepherds that wi in their hulks remain	Y
Night after night upon the chilly plain	Y
To watch the dropping lambs that at all hours	C
Come in the quaking blast like early flowers	C
Demanding all the shepherds care who find	M
Warm hedge side spots and take them from the wind	M
And round their necks in wary caution tyes	C
Long shreds of rags in red or purple dyes	C
Thats meant in danger as a safty spell	H2
Like th	L2

John Clare

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