Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright sun, rivers eying burn gold run — John Clare, Poems Chiefly Manuscript

John Clare Poems Chiefly from Manuscript

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Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun, And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run; Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.

John Clare, Poems Chiefly from Manuscript

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