Centaur
for John Clare's Birthday
Since brass nor stone nor earth nor boundless sea
but daisey is in blossom even now
& with this rage warm patches hold a plea
the cottager no stranger from the plough
O home a cowslap honey breath to set
thus ere the wrackful goes the spring in days
setting up little tents are not so stout
in sheltered steel so strong but when they get
O fearful woods to come down off the hill
shall times best jewel from leaves will shine & hide
cart ruts strong hand can hold his scarcely yeild
or who for boys just crizzled can forbid
O none his needles by the small have might
& snow black ink a feather's seen shine bright
Centaur foreword: The parts of this beast are: WS; Clare's
Northborough Sonnets; David Trimble
RC
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