Maude Gray's Swing
john clare
Maude Gray lives today
The silent swing creaks
Children, come and play!
Maude Gray no longer sleeps.
Maude Gray whispers soft
Summers long day ends
Children, comes the frost
Maude Gray's autumn begins.
Maude Gray strikes the Camp
Winters freeze sets the chain
Children wake, trim your lamp
Maude Gray stirs again.
Maude Gray so very young
The phlox of spring spread
Come children, you who swung
Maude Gray's swing beside the shed.
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