Poems Chiefly from Manuscript Part 25

His little hands, when flowers were seen, Were held for the bluebell, As he was carried oer the green.

His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee; He knew those children of the Spring: When he was well and on the lea He held one in his hands to sing, Which filled his heart with glee.

Infants, the children of the Spring!

How can an infant die When b.u.t.terflies are on the wing, Green gra.s.s, and such a sky?

How can they die at Spring?

He held his hands for daisies white, And then for violets blue, And took them all to bed at night That in the green fields grew, As childhood's sweet delight.

And then he shut his little eyes, And flowers would notice not; Birds' nests and eggs caused no surprise, He now no blossoms got: They met with plaintive sighs.

When Winter came and blasts did sigh, And bare were plain and tree, As he for ease in bed did lie His soul seemed with the free, He died so quietly.

_Love Lives Beyond the Tomb_

Love lives beyond The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew!

I love the fond, The faithful, and the true.

Love lives in sleep, The happiness of healthy dreams: Eve's dews may weep, But love delightful seems.

Tis seen in flowers, And in the morning's pearly dew; In earth's green hours, And in the heaven's eternal blue.

Tis heard in Spring When light and sunbeams, warm and kind, On angel's wing Bring love and music to the mind.

And where is voice, So young, so beautiful, and sweet As Nature's choice, Where Spring and lovers meet?

Love lives beyond The tomb, the earth, the flowers, and dew.

I love the fond, The faithful, young and true.

_I Am_

I AM: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost; And yet I am, and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life nor joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And een the dearest--that I loved the best-- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never trod; A place where woman never smiled or wept; There to abide with my Creator, G.o.d, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept: Untroubling and untroubled where I lie; The gra.s.s below--above the vaulted sky.

APPENDICES

_Fragment_

_A Specimen of Clare's rough drafts_

In a huge cloud of mountain hue The sun sets dark nor shudders through One single beam to shine again Tis night already in the lane

The settled clouds in ridges lie And some swell mountains calm and high

Clouds rack and drive before the wind In shapes and forms of every kind Like waves that rise without the roars And rocks that guard untrodden sh.o.r.es Now castles pa.s.s majestic bye And ships in peaceful havens lie These gone ten thousand shapes ensue For ever beautiful and new

The scattered clouds lie calm and still And day throws gold on every hill Their thousand heads in glorys run As each were worlds and owned a sun The rime it clings to every thing It beards the early buds of spring The mossy pales the orchard spray Are feathered with its silver grey

Rain drizzles in the face so small We scarce can say it rains at all

The cows turned to the pelting rain No longer at their feed remain But in the sheltering hovel hides That from two propping dotterels strides

The sky was hilled with red and blue With lighter shadows waking through Till beautiful and beaming day Shed streaks of gold for miles away

The linnet stopt her song to clean Her spreading wings of yellow green And turn his head as liking well To smooth the dropples as they fell

One scarce could keep one's path aright From gazing upward at the sight

The boys for wet are forced to pa.s.s The cuckoo flowers among the gra.s.s To hasten on as well they may For hedge or tree or stack of hay Where they for shelter can abide Safe seated by its sloping side That by the blackthorn thicket cowers A shelter in the strongest showers

The gardens golden gilliflowers Are paled with drops of amber showers

Dead leaves from hedges flirt about The chaff from barn doors winnows out And down without a wing to flye As fast as bees goes sailing bye The feather finds a wing to flye And dust in wirl puffs winnows bye

When the rain at midday stops Spangles glitter in the drops And as each thread a sunbeam was Cobwebs glitter in the gra.s.s

The sheep all loaded with the rain Try to shake it off in vain And ere dryed by wind and sun The load will scarcely let them run

The shepherds foot is sodden through And leaves will clout his brushing shoe The b.u.t.tercups in gold alloyed And daiseys by the shower destroyed

The sun is overcast clouds lie And thicken over all the sky

Crows morn and eve will flock in crowds To fens and darken like the clouds So many is their c.u.mberous flight The dull eve darkens into night

Clouds curl and curdle blue and grey And dapple the young summers day

Through the torn woods the violent rain Roars and rattles oer the plain And bubbles up in every pool Till d.y.k.es and ponds are br.i.m.m.i.n.g full

The thickening clouds move slowly on Till all the many clouds are one That spreads oer all the face of day And turns the sunny shine to grey

Now the meadow water smokes And hedgerows dripping oaks Fitter patter all around And dimple the once dusty ground The spinners threads about the weeds Are hung with little drops in beads Clover silver green becomes And purple blue surrounds the plumbs And every place breaths fresh and fair When morning pays her visit there

The day is dull the heron trails On flapping wings like heavy sails And oer the mead so lowly swings She fans the herbage with her wings

The waterfowl with suthering wings Dive down the river splash and spring Up to the very clouds again That sprinkle scuds of coming rain That flye and drizzle all the day Till dripping gra.s.s is turned to grey

The various clouds that move or lye Like mighty travellers in the sky All mountainously ridged or curled That may have travelled round the world

The water ruckles into waves And loud the neighbouring woodland raves All telling of the coming storm That fills the village with alarm