269. Summer by John Clare
b"J Clare read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------\\n\\nSummer\\nby John Clare(1793 \\u2013 1864)\\n\\nCome we to the summer, to the summer we will come,\\nFor the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,\\nAnd the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest,\\nAnd love is burning diamonds in my true lover's breast;\\nShe sits beneath the whitethorn a-plaiting of her hair,\\nAnd I will to my true lover with a fond request repair;\\nI will look upon her face, I will in her beauty rest,\\nAnd lay my aching weariness upon her lovely breast.\\n\\nThe clock-a-clay is creeping on the open bloom of May,\\nThe merry bee is trampling the pinky threads all day,\\nAnd the chaffinch it is brooding on its grey mossy nest\\nIn the whitethorn bush where I will lean upon my lover's breast;\\nI'll lean upon her breast and I'll whisper in her ear\\nThat I cannot get a wink o'sleep for thinking of my dear;\\nI hunger at my meat and I daily fade away\\nLike the hedge rose that is broken in the heat of the day.\\n\\nFor hundreds more poetry readings, visit the Classic Poetry Aloud index.\\n\\nReading \\xa9 Classic Poetry Aloud 2008"