Wlld Nosegay.
By John Clare
The yellow lambtoe I have often got, Sweet creeping o'er the banks in summer-time, And totter-grass, in many a trembling knot; And robb'd the molehill of its bed of thyme: And oft with anxious feelings would I climb The waving willow-row, a stick to trim, To reach the water-lily's tempting flower That on the surface of the pool did swim: I've stretch'd, and tried vain schemes for many an hour; And scrambled up the hawthorn's prickly bower, For ramping woodbines and blue bitter-sweet. Still Summer blooms, these flowers appear again; But, ah, the question's useless to repeat, When will the feelings come I witness'd then?
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