 "One Crow Sorrow, Two Crows Joy
Three crows a Letter, Four crows Boy Five Crows silver, Six crows Gold Seven crows a secret never to be told." SONNET: THE CROW John Clare How peaceable it seems for lonely men To see a crow fly in the thin blue sky Over the woods and fealds, o'er level fen It speaks of villages, or cottage nigh Behind the neighbouring woods--when march winds high Tear off the branches of the huge old oak I love to see these chimney sweeps sail by And hear them o'er the knarled forest croak Then sosh askew from the hid woodmans stroke That in the woods their daily labours ply I love the sooty crow nor would provoke Its march day exercises of croaking joy I love to see it sailing to and fro While feelds and woods and waters spread below.
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