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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[We never know the sweets o' joy]
We never know the sweets o' joy
Untill it goes away
The sweetest flower no notice wakes
Untill it meets decay
Untill it goes away
The sweetest flower no notice wakes
Untill it meets decay
The bright sun shines our heads above
Like rich unnoticed dreams
& when the day is lost in clouds
We value the sunbeams
Like rich unnoticed dreams
& when the day is lost in clouds
We value the sunbeams
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The spring is nothing when it comes
That seemed so bright before
The merry bee neglected hums
Flowers weeds & nothing more
That seemed so bright before
The merry bee neglected hums
Flowers weeds & nothing more
The present joy we cannot see
The sweetest comes to morrow
But when its past no longer free
Past joys are present Sorrow
The sweetest comes to morrow
But when its past no longer free
Past joys are present Sorrow
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