John Clare’s “July”: The Busy Song of Summer and the Stillness of Noon
by John Clare
Loud is the summer's busy song
The smallest breeze can find a tongue,
While insects of each tiny size
Grow teasing with their melodies,
Till noon burns with its blistering breath
Around, and day lies still as death.
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John Clare