Clock a Clay

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

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