From Selected Poems, by John ClareFRAGMENT
Vetches both yellow and blue
Grew thick in the meadow-lane;
Isabella's shawl kept off the dew,
As thickly upon her it came.
A thorn bush caught her umbrella,
As though it would bid her to stay;
But the loving and loved Isabella
Went laughing and walking away.
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