<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419534" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sleep Of Spring</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O for that sweet, untroubled rest<br>That poets oft have sung!--<br>The babe upon its mother's breast,<br>The bird upon its young,<br>The heart asleep without a pain--<br>When shall I know that sleep again?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When shall I be as I have been<br>Upon my mother's breast<br>Sweet Nature's garb of verdant green<br>To woo to perfect rest--<br>Love in the meadow, field, and glen,<br>And in my native wilds again?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sheep within the fallow field,<br>The herd upon the green,<br>The larks that in the thistle shield,<br>And pipe from morn to e'en--<br>O for the pasture, fields, and fen!<br>When shall I see such rest again?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love the weeds along the fen,<br>More sweet than garden flowers,<br>For freedom haunts the humble glen<br>That blest my happiest hours.<br>Here prison injures health and me:<br>I love sweet freedom and the free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crows upon the swelling hills,<br>The cows upon the lea,<br>Sheep feeding by the pasture rills,<br>Are ever dear to me,<br>Because sweet freedom is their mate,<br>While I am lone and desolate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I loved the winds when I was young,<br>When life was dear to me;<br>I loved the song which Nature sung,<br>Endearing liberty;<br>I loved the wood, the vale, the stream,<br>For there my boyhood used to dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There even toil itself was play;<br>Twas pleasure een to weep;<br>Twas joy to think of dreams by day,<br>The beautiful of sleep.<br>When shall I see the wood and plain,<br>And dream those happy dreams again?</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419534" data-title="The Sleep Of Spring de John Clare" data-description="O for that sweet, untroubled rest That poets oft have sung!-- The babe upon its mother's breast, The bird upon its young, The heart asleep without a pain-- When shall I know that sleep again? When shall I be as I have been Upon my mother's breast..."></div> </div> </div>

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