Poetry & Verse
The Fens
By John ClareSource: John Clare - PoetryDB (Public Domain)513 words
Wandering by the river's edge, I love to rustle through the sedge And through the woods of reed to tear Almost as high as bushes...
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Wandering by the river's edge, I love to rustle through the sedge And through the woods of reed to tear Almost as high as bushes are. Yet, turning quick with shudder chill, As danger ever does from ill, Fear's moment ague quakes the blood, While plop the snake coils in the flood And, hissing with a forked tongue, Across the river winds along.…
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