The luscious green before the bloom




The Wind


The wind blows happily on every thing.

The very weeds that shake beside the fold

Bowing, they dance, do any thing but sing

And all the scene is lovely to behold:

Blue mists of morning, evenings of gold.

How beautiful the wind will play with Spring:

Flowers beam with every colour light beholds,

Showers o’er the landscape fly on wet pearl wings

And winds stir up unnumbered pleasant things.



I love the luscious green before the bloom,

The leaves and grass and even beds of moss,

When leaves ‘gin bud and Spring prepares to come,

The ivy’s evergreen, the brown green gorse,

Plots of green weeds that barest road engross.

In fact I love the youth of each green thing:

The grass, the trees, the bushes and the moss

That pleases little birds and makes them sing.

I love the green before the blooms of Spring.



John Clare

This Happy Spirit

Selected & edited by R. K. R. Thornton & Carry Akroyd


the cherry now

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Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Is hung with bloom along the bough,

And stands about the woodland ride

Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,

Twenty will not come again,

And take from seventy springs a score,

It only leaves me fifty more.


And since to look at things in bloom

Fifty springs are little room,

About the woodlands I will go

To see the cherry hung with snow.

A. E. Housman