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Impromptu

Rating: 2.9

'Where art thou wandering, little child?'
I said to one I met to-day.--
She pushed her bonnet up and smiled,
'I'm going upon the green to play:
Folks tell me that the May's in flower,
That cowslip-peeps are fit to pull,
And I've got leave to spend an hour
To get this little basket full.'

--And thou'st got leave to spend an hour!

My heart repeated.--She was gone;
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Shaun Cronick 30 August 2019

Still wonderful. This masterpiece never ages. John Clare was so gifted his beat, rhythm and meter is outstanding.

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