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Poem by John Codrington Bampfylde


Sonnet on a Wet Summer


ALL ye who far from town in rural hall,
Like me, were wont to dwell near pleasant field,
Enjoying all the sunny day did yield,
With me the change lament, in irksome thrall,
By rains incessant held; for now no call
From early swain invites my hand to wield
The scythe. In parlour dim I sit concealed,
And mark the lessening sand from hour-glass fall;
Or 'neath my window view the wistful train
Of dripping poultry, whom the vine's broad leaves
Shelter no more. Mute is the mournful plain;
Silent the swallow sits beneath the thatch,
And vacant hind hangs pensive o'er his hatch,
Counting the frequent drips from reeded eaves. 



John Codrington Bampfylde

Poem Theme: Summer

John Codrington Bampfylde's other poems:
  1. In Praise of Delia
  2. Sonnet to the Redbreast
  3. Sonnet. On the Morning
  4. Sonnet on Hearing the Torture was Suppressed
  5. Written at a Farm


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