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These children of the sun which summer brings	A
As pastoral minstrels in her merry train	B
Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wings	A
And glad the cotters' quiet toils again	C
The white nosed bee that bores its little hole	D
In mortared walls and pipes its symphonies	E
And never absent couzen black as coal	D
That Indian like bepaints its little thighs	F
With white and red bedight for holiday	G
Right earlily a morn do pipe and play	G
And with their legs stroke slumber from their eyes	F
And aye so fond they of their singing seem	H
That in their holes abed at close of day	G
They still keep piping in their honey dreams	I
And larger ones that thrum on ruder pipe	J
Round the sweet smelling closen and rich woods	K
Where tawny white and red flush clover buds	L
Shine bonnily and bean fields blossom ripe	J
Shed dainty perfumes and give honey food	M
To these sweet poets of the summer fields	N
Me much delighting as I stroll along	O
The narrow path that hay laid meadow yields	N
Catching the windings of their wandering song	O
The black and yellow bumble first on wing	P
To buzz among the sallow's early flowers	Q
Hiding its nest in holes from fickle spring	P
Who stints his rambles with her frequent showers	Q
And one that may for wiser piper pass	R
In livery dress half sables and half red	S
Who laps a moss ball in the meadow grass	R
And hoards her stores when April showers have fled	S
And russet commoner who knows the face	T
Of every blossom that the meadow brings	A
Starting the traveller to a quicker pace	T
By threatening round his head in many rings	A
These sweeten summer in their happy glee	U
By giving for her honey melody	U

John Clare

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