Monday, August 25, 2008
Gloomy Walk in Summer Time
John Clare, Sonnet:
Ivan Shishkin, Backwoods
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Give me the gloomy walk in summer time
That intersects the woods where nature weaves
Her bowers at will that close encumberd climb
Dark over head their many mingling leaves
While curious anxiousness the bosom heaves
The hidden beautys of the shade to find
That in the negligence of summer lives
Each herb leaf noting of peculear kind
& many a flower & many a namless weed
Where eye scarce marks em ere theyre run to seed
& where the mossy stulp invites to rest
& woodbines up the hazels stem proceed
Drop down & muse wi' in ones shelterd nest
Or from ones pocket take a book & read
