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John Clare - Young Lambs

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The spring is coming by a many signs; <br />The trays are up, the hedges broken down, <br />That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines <br />Like some old antique fragment weathered brown. <br />And where suns peep, in every sheltered place, <br />The little early buttercups unfold <br />A glittering star or two--till many trace <br />The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold. <br />And then a little lamb bolts up behind <br />The hill and wags his tail to meet the yoe, <br />And then another, sheltered from the wind, <br />Lies all his length as dead--and lets me go <br />Close bye and never stirs but baking lies, <br />With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-lambs/

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