tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545857588529925482.post8531126210456397553..comments2023-10-26T12:16:51.307+01:00Comments on Pepys Motet: Will O The WispBenjamin Tillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17131693431596716861noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8545857588529925482.post-37904981769193611092016-12-11T09:55:30.581+00:002016-12-11T09:55:30.581+00:00Here's little save the river scene
And grounds...Here's little save the river scene<br />And grounds of oats in rustling green<br />And crowded growth of wheat and beans,<br />That with the hope of plenty leans<br />And cheers the farmer's gazing brow,<br />Who lives and triumphs in the plough--<br />One sometimes meets a pleasant sward<br />Of swarthy grass; and quickly marred<br />The plough soon turns it into brown,<br />And, when again one rambles down<br />The path, small hillocks burning lie<br />And smoke beneath a burning sky.<br />Green paddocks have but little charms<br />With gain the merchandise of farms;<br />And, muse and marvel where we may,<br />Gain mars the landscape every day--<br />The meadow grass turned up and copt,<br />The trees to stumpy dotterels lopt,<br />The hearth with fuel to supply<br />For rest to smoke and chatter bye;John Clare , ah my favourite poet , <br />marguerite wildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14650860604121814874noreply@blogger.com