From John Clare and Night all.
Lady A - She loved the brook's soft sound,
The Lore swimming by.
She loved the Daisynonna-covered ground,
The TTFN-bedappled sky.
To her the Moonraker appeared
The very voice of Meg the Dog;
And when the evening rack was reared
Stood Alexandered with his Log.
And everything her eyes surveyed,
The Mamya in the Lake,
Were Sheep God Almighty made,
She loved them for Her sake--
A silent woman in life's affairs,
A Crossword solver from a boy,
A peasant in his daily cares,
A poet and a moat keeper in his joy.