The Arbour.
By John Clare
There is a wilder'd spot delights me well, Pent in a corner of my native vale, Where tiny blossoms with a purple bell Shiver their beauties to the autumn-gale. 'Tis one of those mean arbours that prevail With manhood's weakness, still to seek and love For what is past:--Destruction's axe did fail To cut it down with its companion grove. Though but a trifling thorn, oft shelt'ring warm A brood of summer birds, by nature led To seek for covert in a hasty storm; I often think it lifts its lonely cares, In piteous bloom where all the rest are fled, Like a poor warrior the rude battle spares.
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