Poetry: John Clare “Summer Moods”. [Vol. 2, #19]

“Summer Moods”
John Clare
1793-1864

I love at eventide to walk alone
Down narrow lanes o’erhung with dewy thorn
Where from the long grass underneath the snail
Jet black creeps out and sprouts his timid horn.
I love to muse o’er meadows newly mown
Where withering grass perfumes the sultry air
Where bees search round with sad and weary drone
In vain for flowers that bloomed but newly there,
While in the juicey corn the hidden quail
Cries ‘wet my foot’ and hid as thoughts unborn
The fairy like and seldom-seen land rail
Utters ‘craik craik’ like voices underground
Right glad to meet the evenings dewy veil
And see the light fade into glooms around.

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1. Poem: John Clare “The Landrail” [Vol. 2, #37]
2. Brief Review: Can Poetry Save the Earth? By John Felstiner [Vol. 2, #37]
3. Poetry: Two Thanksgiving Prayers [Vol. 2, #46]

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