Poetry & Verse
Pleasures of Fancy
By John ClareSource: John Clare - PoetryDB (Public Domain)101 words
A path, old tree, goes by thee crooking on,
And through this little gate that claps and bangs
Against thy rifted trunk, what steps hath gone?
Though but a lonely way, yet mystery hangs
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