Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The Worlds Best Poetry. Volume V. Nature. 1904. | | III. The Seasons | Summer Moods | John Clare (17931864) |
| I LOVE at eventide to walk alone, | |
Down narrow glens, oerhung with dewy thorn, | |
Where from the long grass underneath, the snail, | |
Jet black, creeps out, and sprouts his timid horn. | |
I love to muse oer meadows newly mown, | 5 |
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 juicy corn the hidden quail | |
Cries, Wet my foot; and, hid as thoughts unborn, | 10 |
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 gloom around. | | | |
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