Autumn 1I love the fitfull gusts that shakes The casement all the dayAnd from the mossy elm tree takes The faded leaf awayTwirling it by the window-paneWith thousand others down the lane 2I love to see the shaking twig Dance till the shut of eveThe sparrow on the cottage rig Whose chirp would make believe That spring was justContinue reading “Autumn : John Clare : Autumn Poems : :”