 | The Poems of John Clare |  |
AFTER-FAME
Time's stream in light is flowing,
Where fame goes stirring on,
Where the mighty are agoing—
Yet they never shall be gone.
Where fame goes stirring on,
Where the mighty are agoing—
Yet they never shall be gone.
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Their names are earth's for ever,
A breath for every mind,
Everlasting as the river,
Never-ceasing as the wind.
A breath for every mind,
Everlasting as the river,
Never-ceasing as the wind.
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