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- Winter Walk
- John Clare 1793-1864
- The holly bush, a sober lump of green,
- Shines through the leafless shrubs all brown and grey,
- And smiles at winter be it eer so keen
- With all the leafy luxury of May.
- And O it is delicious, when the day
- In winter's loaded garment keenly blows
- And turns her back on sudden falling snows,
- To go where gravel pathways creep between
- Arches of evergreen that scarce let through
- A single feather of the driving storm;
- And in the bitterest day that ever blew
- The walk will find some places still and warm
- Where dead leaves rustle sweet and give alarm
- To little birds that flirt and start away.
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