Unless Ye Abide
by john clare
My greatest need above all
To abide one upon the vine
Bringing forth fruit in time
Then resting come the fall.
No need to depend on me
But simply let the vine
Flow his sap into mine
All from him simply free.
And after the harvest ends
The master wields his knife
And ends my dead life
So new growth can begin.
In the vineyard across the road
The shoots are never pruned
They muliply till all too soon
The vine breaks under the load.
The fruit spoils upon the ground
No wine for the wedding flows
They bundle up the dead boughs
As to the skies flames abound.
Meant to grow in the light
The vines made a grand shade
As the husbandman abandoned the blade
Stealing off under cover of night.
But in the vineyard of the King
The clusters grew in the sun
Upon new vines upon the one
As to the bride the fine wine we bring.
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