Written In November.
By John Clare
Autumn, I love thy parting look to view In cold November's day, so bleak and bare, When, thy life's dwindled thread worn nearly thro', With ling'ring, pott'ring pace, and head bleach'd bare, Thou, like an old man, bidd'st the world adieu. I love thee well: and often, when a child, Have roam'd the bare brown heath a flower to find; And in the moss-clad vale, and wood-bank wild Have cropt the little bell-flowers, pearly blue, That trembling peep the shelt'ring bush behind. When winnowing north-winds cold and bleaky blew, How have I joy'd, with dithering hands, to find, Each fading flower; and still how sweet the blast, Would bleak November's hour restore the joy that's past.
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