John Clare

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

Fragment - Poem by John Clare

The cataract, whirling down the precipice,
Elbows down rocks and, shouldering, thunders through.
Roars, howls, and stifled murmurs never cease;
Hell and its agonies seem hid below.
Thick rolls the mist, that smokes and falls in dew;
The trees and greenwood wear the deepest green.
Horrible mysteries in the gulph stare through,
Roars of a million tongues, and none knows what they mean.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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