A Sigh.
By John Clare
Again freckled cowslips are gilding the plain, And crow-flowers yellow again o'er the lea, Again the speck'd throstle comes in with her strain, And welcomes the spring--but no spring can I see. I once hail'd the throstle, her singing begun, And bath'd in spring's dew when her flower met my eyes; I sought for the kingcup all cloth'd in the sun, And gather'd my cowslips, and joy'd in the prize. They brought nature's spring, and they comforted me, They wip'd winter off, and did pleasure restore; But, alas! in their tidings a change can I see, Fate's added a postscript, "Thy spring is no more."
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