"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

25 March 2020


Hill, Water of Leith, Spring, 1930


The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too,
The crocus, patty kay, the rich hearts' ease;
The polyanthus peeps with blebs of dew,
And daisy flowers; the buds swell on the trees;
While o'er the odd flowers swim grandfather bees
In the old homestead rests the cottage cow;
The dogs sit on their haunches near the pail,
The least one to the stranger growls "bow wow,"
Then hurries to the door and cocks his tail,
To gnaw the unfinished bone; the placid cow
Looks o'er the gate; the thresher's lumping flail
Is all the noise the spring encounters now.

John Clare

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