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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY EARLY HOME, by JOHN CLARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Here sparrows build upon the trees Last Line: My early home was this. Subject(s): Home | |||
Here sparrows build upon the trees, And stock-dove hides her nest; The leaves are winnowed by the breeze Into a calmer rest: The blackcap's song was very sweet, That used the rose to kiss; It made the paradise complete: My early home was this. The redbreast from the sweetbrier bush Dropt down to pick the worm; On the horse-chestnut sang the thrush, O'er the house where I was born; The moonlight, like a shower of pearls, Fell o'er this "bower of bliss," And on the bench sat boys and girls: My early home was this. The old house stooped just like a cave, Thatched o'er with mosses green; Winter around the walls would rave, But all was calm within; The trees are here all green agen, Here bees the flowers still kiss, But flowers and trees seemed sweeter then: My early home was this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EL FLORIDA ROOM by RICHARD BLANCO DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN TO THIS HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE UPSTAIRS ROOM by WELDON KEES HOME IS SO SAD by PHILIP LARKIN DUTCH INTERIOR by DAVID LEHMAN |
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