John Clare: Clock-a-Clay

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John Clare: Clock-a-Clay

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In the cowslip pips I lie Hidden from the buzzing fly While green grass beneath me lies Pearled with dew like fishes' eyes Here I lie, a clock-o'-clay Waiting for the time o' day While the forest quakes surprise And the wild wind sobs and sighs My home rocks as like to fall On its pillar green and tall; When the pattering rain drives by Clock-o'-clay keeps warm and dry Day by day and night by night All the week I hide from sight; In the cowslip pips I lie In the rain still warm and dry; Day and night and night and day Red, black-spotted clock-o'-clay My home shakes in wind and showеrs Pale green pillar topped with flowers Bеnding at the wild wind's breath Till I touch the grass beneath; Here I live, lone clock-o'-clay Watching for the time of day

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  • John Clare