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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AUTUMN (2), by JOHN CLARE Poet's Biography
First Line: The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still
Last Line: Whoever looks round sees eternity there.
Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall
First Line: The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still
Last Line: Whoever looks round sees eternity there.
Subject(s): Autumn; Seasons; Fall
The thistledown's flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the fountain now boils like a pot;
Through streams past the counting it bubbles red hot.
The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
And gossamers twitter, flung from weed unto weed.
Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is in the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
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