"No More Mowing" by John DeMartelly, from a wonderful website devoted to Hay In Art w/ writing, incl. John Clare--

"I often roam a minute from the path
Just to luxuriate on the new mown swath
& stretch me at my idle length along
Hum louder o'er some melody or song
While passing stranger slackens in his pace
& turns to wonder what can haunt the place
Unthinking that an idle ryhmster lies
Buried in the sweet grass & feeding phantasys
This happy spirit of the joyous day
Stirs every pulse of life into the play
Of buoyant joy & extacy---I walk
& hear the very weeds to sing & talk
Of their delights as the delighted wind
Toys with them like playfellows ever kind.