The later poems of John Clare 1837-1864 ... General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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[O Woman lovely woman how beguiling]
O Woman lovely woman how beguilingIs thy sweet voice of music & thy smiles
Thy cheeks all roses & thy lips all smileing
& where's the treachery that thy heart beguiles
For thy sweet self man labours sweats & toils
Mines the whole earth & raviges the deep
For thee the summer in its glory smiles
Yet ‘Man was made to mourn’ & women weep
& briars & thorns as harvests both must reap
The later poems of John Clare | ||