The Autumn Light Necklace Saddle The Moon was but a

The Moon was but a Chin of Gold

the equivalent of the boy's bulla

or to run through the forest with the pack

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The Autumn Light Necklace Saddle The Moon was but aAutumn John Clare I love the fitfull gusts that shakes The casement all the day And from the mossy elm tree takes The faded leaf away Twirling it by the window pane With thousand others down the lane I love to see the shaking twig Dance till the shut of eve The sparrow on the cottage rig Whose chirp would make believe That spring was just now flirting by In summers lap with flowers to lie I love to see the cottage smoke Curl upwards through the naked