She loved dumb things: and ere she had begun To milk, caressed them more than EER she'd done; But though her tears stood watering in her eye, I little took it as her last good-bye; For she was tender, and I've often known Her mourn when beetles have been trampled on: So I nEER dreamed from this, what soon befell, Till the next morning rang her passing-bell.
"Poems Chiefly From Manuscript"
John Clare
Winter Walk The holly bush, a sober lump of green, Shines through the leafless shrubs all brown and grey, And smiles at winter be it EER so keen With all the leafy luxury of May.
"Poems Chiefly From Manuscript"
John Clare
Does nature EER give thee Love's past happy vision, And wrap thee and leave thee In fancies elysian?
"Poems Chiefly From Manuscript"
John Clare
