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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[My old Lover left me I knew not for why]
My old Lover left me I knew not for whyHe left me wi' kisses I parted in tears
After painting my cheeks i' the rosey blooms dye
& swearing my eyes were the gems o' the spheres
My Lover has left me I knew not for why
Two years & three months he has wandered afar
The things that were hisn I've put them all bye
& from the fire corner removed the Arm chair
I once had a sweet heart I knew not for why
But I think I could love all the days o' my life
But he left me one morning like a bird i' th sky
The singing Lark dropt like a stone passing bye
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My sweet heart he left me I knew not for why
He's left me alone for two desolate years
The Swallows on holliday wings chitter bye
& my Eyes looking silent keep filling wi' tears
I cant be myself let me do as I will
I think till I'm blind & feel willing to die
But my true Love has left me & there remains still
He kissed me & left me nor do I know why
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