“Now summer is in flower and natures hum Is never silent round her sultry bloom Insects as small as dust are never done Wi' glittering dance and reeling in the sun And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee Are never weary of their melody Round field hedge now flowers in full glory twine Large bindweed bells wild hop and streakd woodbine That lift athirst their slender throated flowers Agape for dew falls and for honey showers These round each bush in sweet disorder run And spread their wild hues to the sultry sun.” DoneRunningFallSunFieldsSweetFlowerSummerSpringGloryGreenSilentRoundsSpreadWoodsDustLiftsHopsMelodyDisorderHoneyBellsBeesShowersWearyInsectsHauntingJuneDewHueSlenderAgape Book:Major Works Source: Major Works
“The thorn tree just began to bud And greening stained the sheltering hedge, An many a violet beside the wood Peeped blue between the withered sedge; The sun gleamed warm the bank beside, 'Twas pleasant wandering out a while Neath nestling bush to lonely hide, Or bend a musings o'er a stile.” SunTreeSpringLonelyBlueWoodsWarmWanderPleasantVioletBudMusingsWitheredGreeningStiles Book:Careless Rambles by John Clare: A Selection of His Poems Chosen and Illustrated by Tom Pohrt Source: Careless Rambles by John Clare: A Selection of His Poems Chosen and Illustrated by Tom Pohrt
“The wild swan hurries hight and noises loud With white neck peering to the evening clowd. The weary rooks to distant woods are gone. With lengths of tail the magpie winnows on To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow While small birds nestle in the edge below.” FallWhiteGoneTreeBirdEdgesWoodsNoiseEveningLoudNecksLengthTailsWearyCrowSwansMagpies Author:John Clare
“In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be; Where all the noises, that on peace intrude, Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee, Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.” SongNatureSilenceSweetSolitudeBirdWoodsNoiseCharmBeesCricket Book:The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems Source: The Village Minstrel, and Other Poems
