Insects clare jh
insects by john clare these tiny loiterers on the barley's beard and happy units of a numerous herd of playfellows the laughing summer brings mocking the sunshine in their glittering wings how merrily they creep and run and fly no kin they bear to labored strudgery smoothing the velvet of the pale hedge-rose and where they fly for dinner no one knows the dewdrops feed them not they love the shine of noon whose sun may bring them golden wine all day they're playing in their sunday dress till night goes sleep and they can do no less then to the heath bells sink and hood they fly and like to princes in their slumbers lie secure from night and dropping dews and all in silken beds and roomy painted hall so merrily they spend their summer day now in the cornfields now the new mown hay
one almost fancies that such happy things with colored hoods and richly burnished wings are fairy folk in splendid masquerade disguised as if of mortal folk afraid keeping their merry pranks in mystery still lest glaring day should do their secrets ill End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
