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Summer Images - Poem by John Clare
Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned,
Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring;
And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd,
A wild and giddy thing,
And Health robust, from every care unbound,
Come on the zephyr's wing,
And cheer the toiling clown.
Happy as holiday-enjoying face,
Loud tongued, and "merry as a marriage bell,"
Thy lightsome step sheds joy in every place;
And where the troubled dwell,
Thy witching charms wean them of half their cares;
And from thy sunny spell,
They greet joy unawares.
Then with thy sultry locks all loose and rude,
And mantle laced with gems of garish light,
Come as of wont; for I would fain intrude,
And in the world's despite,
Share the rude wealth that thy own heart beguiles;
If haply so I might
Win pleasure from thy smiles.
Me not the noise of brawling pleasure cheers,
In nightly revels or in city streets;
But joys which soothe, and not distract the ears,
That one at leisure meets
In the green woods, and meadows summer-shorn,
Or fields, where bee-fly greets
The ear with mellow horn.
The green-swathed grasshopper, on treble pipe,
Sings there, and dances, in mad-hearted pranks;
There bees go courting every flower that's ripe,
On baulks and sunny banks;
And droning dragon-fly, on rude bassoon,
Attempts to give God thanks
In no discordant tune.
The speckled thrush, by self-delight embued,
There sings unto himself for joy's amends,
And drinks the honey dew of solitude.
There Happiness attends
With inbred Joy until the heart o'erflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
There the gay river, laughing as it goes,
Plashes with easy wave its flaggy sides,
And to the calm of heart, in calmness shows
What pleasure there abides,
To trace its sedgy banks, from trouble free:
Spots Solitude provides
To muse, and happy be.
There ruminating 'neath some pleasant bush,
On sweet silk grass I stretch me at mine ease,
Where I can pillow on the yielding rush;
And, acting as I please,
Drop into pleasant dreams; or musing lie,
Mark the wind-shaken trees,
And cloud-betravelled sky.
There think me how some barter joy for care,
And waste life's summer-health in riot rude,
Of nature, nor of nature's sweets aware.
When passions vain intrude,
These, by calm musings, softened are and still;
And the heart's better mood
Feels sick of doing ill.
There I can live, and at my leisure seek
Joys far from cold restraints--not fearing pride--
Free as the winds, that breathe upon my cheek
Rude health, so long denied.
Here poor Integrity can sit at ease,
And list self-satisfied
The song of honey-bees.
The green lane now I traverse, where it goes
Nought guessing, till some sudden turn espies
Rude batter'd finger post, that stooping shows
Where the snug mystery lies;
And then a mossy spire, with ivy crown,
Cheers up the short surprise,
And shows a peeping town.
I see the wild flowers, in their summer morn
Of beauty, feeding on joy's luscious hours;
The gay convolvulus, wreathing round the thorn,
Agape for honey showers;
And slender kingcup, burnished with the dew
Of morning's early hours,
Like gold yminted new.
And mark by rustic bridge, o'er shallow stream,
Cow-tending boy, to toil unreconciled,
Absorbed as in some vagrant summer dream;
Who now, in gestures wild,
Starts dancing to his shadow on the wall,
Nor fearing human thrall.
Or thread the sunny valley laced with streams,
Or forests rude, and the o'ershadow'd brims
Of simple ponds, where idle shepherd dreams,
Stretching his listless limbs;
Or trace hay-scented meadows, smooth and long,
Where joy's wild impulse swims
In one continued song.
I love at early morn, from new mown swath,
To see the startled frog his route pursue;
To mark while, leaping o'er the dripping path,
His bright sides scatter dew,
The early lark that from its bustle flies,
To hail his matin new;
And watch him to the skies.
To note on hedgerow baulks, in moisture sprent,
The jetty snail creep from the mossy thorn,
With earnest heed, and tremulous intent,
Frail brother of the morn,
That from the tiny bent's dew-misted leaves
Withdraws his timid horn,
And fearful vision weaves.
Or swallow heed on smoke-tanned chimney top,
Wont to be first unsealing Morning's eye,
Ere yet the bee hath gleaned one wayward drop
Of honey on his thigh;
To see him seek morn's airy couch to sing,
Until the golden sky
Bepaint his russet wing.
Or sauntering boy by tanning corn to spy,
With clapping noise to startle birds away,
And hear him bawl to every passer by
To know the hour of day;
While the uncradled breezes, fresh and strong,
With waking blossoms play,
And breathe Æolian song.
I love the south-west wind, or low or loud,
And not the less when sudden drops of rain
Moisten my glowing cheek from ebon cloud,
Threatening soft showers again,
That over lands new ploughed and meadow grounds,
Summer's sweet breath unchain,
And wake harmonious sounds.
Rich music breathes in Summer's every sound;
And in her harmony of varied greens,
Woods, meadows, hedge-rows, corn-fields, all around
Much beauty intervenes,
Filling with harmony the ear and eye;
While o'er the mingling scenes
Far spreads the laughing sky.
See, how the wind-enamoured aspen leaves
Turn up their silver lining to the sun!
And hark! the rustling noise, that oft deceives,
And makes the sheep-boy run:
The sound so mimics fast-approaching showers,
He thinks the rain's begun,
And hastes to sheltering bowers.
But now the evening curdles dank and grey,
Changing her watchet hue for sombre weed;
And moping owls, to close the lids of day,
On drowsy wing proceed;
While chickering crickets, tremulous and long,
Light's farewell inly heed,
And give it parting song.
The pranking bat its flighty circlet makes;
The glow-worm burnishes its lamp anew;
O'er meadows dew-besprent, the beetle wakes
Inquiries ever new,
Teazing each passing ear with murmurs vain,
As wanting to pursue
His homeward path again.
Hark! 'tis the melody of distant bells
That on the wind with pleasing hum rebounds
By fitful starts, then musically swells
O'er the dim stilly grounds;
While on the meadow-bridge the pausing boy
Listens the mellow sounds,
And hums in vacant joy.
Now homeward-bound, the hedger bundles round
His evening faggot, and with every stride
His leathern doublet leaves a rustling sound,
Till silly sheep beside
His path start tremulous, and once again
Look back dissatisfied,
And scour the dewy plain.
How sweet the soothing calmness that distills
O'er the heart's every sense its opiate dews,
In meek-eyed moods and ever balmy trills!
That softens and subdues,
With gentle Quiet's bland and sober train,
Which dreamy eve renews
In many a mellow strain!
I love to walk the fields, they are to me
A legacy no evil can destroy;
They, like a spell, set every rapture free
That cheer'd me when a boy.
Play--pastime--all Time's blotting pen conceal'd,
Comes like a new-born joy,
To greet me in the field.
For Nature's objects ever harmonize
With emulous Taste, that vulgar deed annoys;
Which loves in pensive moods to sympathize,
And meet vibrating joys
O'er Nature's pleasing things; nor slighting, deems
Pastimes, the Muse employs,
Vain and obtrusive themes.
Comments about Summer Images by John Clare
Poems About Summer
- 1. Summer Sun , Robert Louis Stevenson
- 2. Before Summer Rain , Rainer Maria Rilke
- 3. Summer In The South , Paul Laurence Dunbar
- 4. Summer , Alexander Pope
- 5. The Summer Rain , Henry David Thoreau
- 6. Written On A Summer Evening , John Keats
- 7. Summer , John Clare
- 8. A Summer Afternoon , James Whitcomb Riley
- 9. In The Summer , Nizar Qabbani
- 10. A Summer Day , Lucy Maud Montgomery
- 11. Indian Summer , Dorothy Parker
- 12. Exhortation: Summer 1919 , Claude McKay
- 13. To Summer , William Blake
- 14. Summer Stars , Carl Sandburg
- 15. A Summer Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, G.. , Percy Bysshe Shelley
- 16. Bed In Summer , Robert Louis Stevenson
- 17. Between The Dusk Of A Summer Night , William Ernest Henley
- 18. I Know I Am But Summer To Your Heart , Edna St. Vincent Millay
- 19. I See The Boys Of Summer , Dylan Thomas
- 20. Summer Shower , Emily Dickinson
- 21. Skeletons Of Summer , Ernestine Northover
- 22. Farm Boy After Summer , Robert Francis
- 23. Seasonal Cycle - Chapter 01 - Summer , Kalidasa
- 24. A Night-Rain In Summer , James Henry Leigh Hunt
- 25. An Indian Summer Day On The Prairie , Vachel Lindsay
- 26. Summer Wind , William Cullen Bryant
- 27. Rain In Summer , Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- 28. Summer Dawn , Spike Milligan
- 29. Tis The Last Rose Of Summer , Thomas Moore
- 30. Indian Summer , Henry Van Dyke
- 31. Summer Holiday , Robinson Jeffers
- 32. Portrait Number Five: Against A New York.. , Jack Gilbert
- 33. Summer Night, Riverside , Sara Teasdale
- 34. Once Upon A Summer Day , Joseph T. Renaldi
- 35. As Sleigh Bells Seem In Summer , Emily Dickinson
- 36. Summer Morn In New Hampshire , Claude McKay
- 37. Summer Evening , John Clare
- 38. The Summer I Was Sixteen , Geraldine Connolly
- 39. Indian Summer , Sara Teasdale
- 40. Summer In The Mountains , Li Po
- 41. Further In Summer Than The Birds , Emily Dickinson
- 42. Early Summer Rain , Yosa Buson
- 43. It Can'T Be "Summer"! , Emily Dickinson
- 44. Visiting A Dead Man On A Summer Day , Marge Piercy
- 45. Summer For Thee, Grant I May Be , Emily Dickinson
- 46. Summer In The Country , Charles Simic
- 47. Summer Images , John Clare
- 48. On The Idle Hill Of Summer , Alfred Edward Housman
- 49. Summer Song , George Barker
- 50. 'Tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight , Emily Jane Brontë
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