John Clare

(13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864 / Northamptonshire / England)

John Clare Poems

61. The Flitting 4/13/2010
62. The Firetail's Nest 4/13/2010
63. The Fens 4/13/2010
64. The Fear Of Flowers 4/13/2010
65. The Fallen Elm 1/3/2003
66. The Dying Child 1/3/2003
67. The Cuckoo 1/3/2003
68. The Crow Sat On The Willow 4/13/2010
69. The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker's Story 4/13/2010
70. The Cottager 4/13/2010
71. The Cellar Door 4/13/2010
72. The Beautiful Stranger 4/13/2010
73. The Badger 1/17/2015
74. The Ants 4/13/2010
75. Sunday Dip 4/13/2010
76. Summer Images 1/3/2003
77. Summer Evening 1/3/2003
78. Summer 1/3/2003
79. Sudden Shower 4/13/2010
80. Stonepit 4/13/2010

The Dying Child

He could not die when trees were green,
For he loved the time too well.
His little hands, when flowers were seen,
Were held for the bluebell,
As he was carried o'er the green.

His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee;
He knew those children of the spring:
When he was well and on the lea

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