Clock a Clay
In the cowslips peeps I lye
Hidden from the buzzing fly
While green grass beneath me lies
Pearled wi’dew like fishes eyes
Here I lye a Clock a Clay
Waiting for the time o’day
While grassy forests quake surprise
and the wild wind sobs and sighs
My gold home rocks as like to fall
On its pillars green and tall
When the pattering rain drives bye
Clock a Clay keeps warm and dry
Day by day and night by night
All
the weeks I hide from sight
in the cowslips peeps I lye
In rain and dew still warm and dry
Day and night and night and day
Red black spotted clock a clay
My home it shakes in wind and showers
Pale green pillar top’t wi’flowers
Bending at the wild wind breath
Till touch the grass beneath
Here
still I live alone Clock a Clay
Watching for the time of the way
