• The thorn tree just began to bud
    And greening stained the sheltering hedge,
    An many a violet beside the wood
    Peeped blue between the withered sedge;
    The sun gleamed warm the bank beside,
    'Twas pleasant wandering out a while
    Neath nestling bush to lonely hide,
    Or bend a musings o'er a stile.

    John Clare (2012). “Careless Rambles by John Clare: A Selection of His Poems Chosen and Illustrated by Tom Pohrt”, p.71, Counterpoint Press