On crowding ferns, bluebells and hazel leaves re-worked.

font: Mister Sirloin

 

 

textures and effects by Remember Remember

 

 

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John Clare

 

Wood Rides

 

Who hath not felt the influence that so calms

The weary mind in summers sultry hours

When wandering thickest woods beneath the arms

Of ancient oaks and brushing nameless flowers

That verge the little ride who hath not made

A minutes waste of time and sat him down

Upon a pleasant swell to gaze awhile

On crowding ferns, bluebells and hazel leaves

And showers of lady smocks so called by toil

When boys sprote gathering sit on stulps and weave

Garlands while barkmen pill the fallen tree

- Then mid the green variety to start

Who hath (not) met that mood from turmoil free

And felt a placid joy refreshed at heart

Done