Poem of the week: Clock a Clay by John Clare
Clock a Clay 1 In the cowslips peeps I lye
Hidden from the buzzing fly
While green grass beneath me lies
Pearled wi’ dew like fishes eyes
Here I lye a Clock a clay
Waiting for the time o’day 2
Clock a Clay
1
In the cowslips peeps I lye
Hidden from the buzzing fly
While green grass beneath me lies
Pearled wi’ dew like fishes eyes
Here I lye a Clock a clay
Waiting for the time o’day
2
While grassy forests quake surprise
And the wild wind sobs and sighs
My gold home rocks as like to fall
On its pillars green and tall
When the pattering rain drives bye
Clock a Clay keeps warm and dry
3 Day by day and night by nightAll the week I hide from sightIn the cowslips peepsIn rain and dew still warm and dryDay and night and night and dayRed black spotted clock a clay
