The early poems of John Clare 1804-1822: General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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 | The early poems of John Clare |  |
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FAREWELL TO A THICKETT
Dear blooming wild your shades and all
Are so Familliar grown
That in my rapture I do call
Your lonley scenes my own
Wildness I love—and loath to part
From shades so wild as you
To leave lies heavy at my heart
But I must bid adieu.
Are so Familliar grown
That in my rapture I do call
Your lonley scenes my own
Wildness I love—and loath to part
From shades so wild as you
To leave lies heavy at my heart
But I must bid adieu.
Nor can thy bower's romantic twine
As if by faireys wove
My melancholly breast incline
To settle in your grove
For know ye shades tis love that calls
Tis love that does subdue
'Tis love which now my heart enthralls
And makes me bid adieu.
As if by faireys wove
My melancholly breast incline
To settle in your grove
For know ye shades tis love that calls
Tis love that does subdue
'Tis love which now my heart enthralls
And makes me bid adieu.
But couldst thou boast within thy bower
Of shrubs so rudely drest
One single twining branch or flower
By my dear So[ph]y prest
O! then it would such thoughts convey
Of love erewhile so true
That I could sit from day to day
And never bid adieu!
Of shrubs so rudely drest
One single twining branch or flower
By my dear So[ph]y prest
O! then it would such thoughts convey
Of love erewhile so true
That I could sit from day to day
And never bid adieu!
| The early poems of John Clare | |