Author John Clare The chiming bells upon the sabbath dayThe neat dressd children rou[n]d the doors at playThe husband man enjoying sundays easetween his kneesThe milkmaid hanging on her lovers armBy wood lands shelter were the sun gleam[s warm] Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments