I. John Clare
From Summer Images*
I love at early morn from the new mown swath
To see the startled frog his rout pursue
And mark while leaping oer the dripping path
His bright sides scatter dew
And early Lark that from its bustle flyes --
To hail his mattin new
And watch him to the skyes
II. Charlotte Mew
Who thinks of June's first rose to-day?
Only some child, perhaps, with shining eyes and rough bright hair will
reach it down
In a green sunny lane, to us almost as far away
As are the fearless stars from these veiled lamps of town.
What's little June to a great broken world with eyes gone dim
From too much looking on the face of grief, the face of dread?
Or what's the broken world to June and him
Of the small eager hand, the shining eyes, the rough bright head?
*Composed 1824-32; First published 1835
** From The Rambling Sailor, 1929
Lower photograph taken near Hooge, Belgium, 6 a.m., June 16, 1915. First attack on Bellewaarde Farm by the Liverpool Scottish, 6 am, 16 June 1915. Photo by Private F.A. Fyfe, 'Z' Company, 1/10th King's (Liverpool) Regiment (Liverpool Scottish). Imperial War Museum catalogue number Q 49751.