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John Clare - December
Work rating: Medium

While snow the window-panes bedim,
The fire curls up a sunny charm,
Where, creaming o`er the pitcher`s rim,
The flowering ale is set to warm;
Mirth, full of joy as summer bees,
Sits there, its pleasures to impart,
And children, `tween their parent`s knees,
Sing scraps of carols o`er by heart.

And some, to view the winter weathers,
Climb up the window-seat with glee,
Likening the snow to falling feathers,
In fancy infant ecstasy;
Laughing, with superstitious love,
O`er visions wild that youth supplies,
Of people pulling geese above,
And keeping Christmas in the skies.

As tho` the homestead trees were drest,
In lieu of snow, with dancing leaves,
As tho` the sun-dried martin`s nest,
Instead of ickles, hung the eaves,
The children hail the happy day -
As if the snow were April`s grass,
And pleas`d, as `neath the warmth of May,
Sport o`er the water froze as glass.
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