Crows in Spring – John Clare
In the Dark [Unofficial]
March 6, 2026
The Crow will tumble up and downAt the first sight of springAnd in old trees around the townBrush winter from its wingNo longer flapping far awayTo naked fen they fly,Chill fare as on a winter’s day,But field and valley nigh;Where swains are stirring out to ploughAnd woods are just at hand,They seek the upland’s sunny […]
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