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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419522" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shepherds Calendar - February - A Thaw</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The snow is gone from cottage tops<br>The thatch moss glows in brighter green<br>And eves in quick succession drops<br>Where grinning ides once hath been<br>Pit patting Wi a pleasant noise<br>In tubs set by the cottage door<br>And ducks and geese wi happy joys<br>Douse in the yard pond brimming oer</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun peeps thro the window pane<br>Which childern mark wi laughing eye<br>And in the wet street steal again<br>To tell each other spring is nigh<br>And as young hope the past recalls<br>In playing groups will often draw<br>Building beside the sunny walls<br>Their spring-play-huts of sticks or straw</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oft in pleasures dreams they hie<br>Round homsteads by the village side<br>Scratting the hedgrow mosses bye<br>Where painted pooty shells abide<br>Mistaking oft the ivy spray<br>For leaves that come wi budding spring<br>And wondering in their search for play<br>Why birds delay to build and sing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The milkmaid singing leaves her bed<br>As glad as happy thoughts can be<br>While magpies chatter oer her head<br>As jocund in the change as she<br>Her cows around the closes stray<br>Nor lingering wait the foddering boy<br>Tossing the molehills in their play<br>And staring round in frolic joy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ploughmen go whistling to their toils<br>And yoke again the rested plough<br>And mingling oer the mellow soils<br>Boys' shouts and whips are noising now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shepherd now is often seen<br>By warm banks oer his work to bend<br>Or oer a gate or stile to lean<br>Chattering to a passing friend</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Odd hive bees fancying winter oer<br>And dreaming in their combs of spring<br>Creeps on the slab beside their door<br>And strokes its legs upon its wing<br>While wild ones half asleep are humming<br>Round snowdrop bells a feeble note<br>And pigions coo of summer coming<br>Picking their feathers on the cote</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The barking dogs by lane and wood<br>Drive sheep afield from foddering ground<br>And eccho in her summer mood<br>Briskly mocks the cheery sound<br>The flocks as from a prison broke<br>Shake their wet fleeces in the sun<br>While following fast a misty smoke<br>Reeks from the moist grass as they run</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor more behind his masters heels<br>The dog creeps oer his winter pace<br>But cocks his tail and oer the fields<br>Runs many a wild and random chase<br>Following in spite of chiding calls<br>The startld cat wi harmless glee<br>Scaring her up the weed green walls<br>Or mossy mottld apple tree</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As crows from morning perches flye<br>He barks and follows them in vain<br>Een larks will catch his nimble eye<br>And off he starts and barks again<br>Wi breathless haste and blinded guess<br>Oft following where the hare hath gone<br>Forgetting in his joys excess<br>His frolic puppy days are done</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gossips saunter in the sun<br>As at the spring from door to door<br>Of matters in the village done<br>And secret newsings mutterd oer<br>Young girls when they each other meet<br>Will stand their tales of love to tell<br>While going on errands down the street<br>Or fetching water from the well</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A calm of pleasure listens round<br>And almost whispers winter bye<br>While fancy dreams of summer sounds<br>And quiet rapture fills the eye<br>The sun beams on the hedges lye<br>The south wind murmurs summer soft<br>And maids hang out white cloaths to dry<br>Around the eldern skirted croft</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each barns green thatch reeks in the sun<br>Its mate the happy sparrow calls<br>And as nest building spring begun<br>Peeps in the holes about the walls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wren a sunny side the stack<br>Wi short tail ever on the strunt<br>Cockd gadding up above his back<br>Again for dancing gnats will hunt</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gladdend swine bolt from the sty<br>And round the yard in freedom run<br>Or stretching in their slumbers lye<br>Beside the cottage in the sun<br>The young horse whinneys to its mate<br>And sickens from the threshers door<br>Rubbing the straw yards banded gate<br>Longing for freedom on the moor</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hens leave their roosts wi cackling calls<br>To see the barn door free from snow<br>And cocks flye up the mossy walls<br>To clap their spangld wings and crow<br>About the steeples sunny top<br>The jackdaw flocks resemble spring<br>And in the stone archd windows pop<br>Wi summer noise and wanton wing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The small birds think their wants are oer<br>To see the snow hills fret again<br>And from the barns chaff litterd door<br>Betake them to the greening plain<br>The woodmans robin startles coy<br>Nor longer at his elbow comes<br>To peck wi hungers eager joy<br>Mong mossy stulps the litterd crumbs </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Neath hedge and walls that screen the wind<br>The gnats for play will Hock together<br>And een poor flyes odd hopes will find<br>To venture in the mocking weather<br>From out their hiding holes again<br>Wi feeble pace they often creep<br>Along the sun warmd window pane<br>Like dreaming things that walk in sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mavis thrush wi wild delight<br>Upon the orchards dripping tree<br>Mutters to see the day so bright<br>Spring scraps of young hopes poesy<br>And oft dame stops her burring wheel<br>To hear the robins note once more<br>That tutles while he pecks his meal<br>From sweet briar hips beside the door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hedghog from its hollow root<br>Sees the wood moss clear of snow<br>And hunts each hedge for fallen fruit<br>Crab hip and winter bitten sloe<br>And oft when checkd by sudden fears<br>As shepherd dog his haunt espies<br>He rolls up in a ball of spears<br>And all his barking rage defies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus nature of the spring will dream<br>While south winds thaw but soon again<br>Frost breaths upon the stiffening stream<br>And numbs it into ice-the plain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon wears its merry garb of white<br>And icicles that fret at noon<br>Will eke their icy tails at night<br>Beneath the chilly stars and moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature soon sickens of her joys<br>And all is sad and dumb again<br>Save merry shouts of sliding boys<br>About the frozen furrowd plain<br>The foddering boy forgets his song<br>And silent goes wi folded arms<br>And croodling shepherds bend along<br>Crouching to the whizzing storms</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Clare">John Clare</a><div class=q>
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The thatch moss glows in brighter green
And eves in quick succession drops
Where grinning ides once hath been
Pit patting Wi a pleasant noise
In tubs set by the cottage door
And ducks and geese wi happy joys
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