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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O if the sorrows which true love inspiresIn heavens eye could ere compasion find
O give ye gods my hearts supreme desire
& teach my angel myra to be kind
The lovly charmer she is all to me
My utmo[s]t hopes—the all my heart desires
& O beneath her scorn my pleasure flees
& all my wishes & my hopes expires
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For her black sadnes turns my day to night
And by her Frown my chill soul shrinks away
And life itself grows hateful to my sight
Adieu the pleasures which I once posest
Those tastles charms that gave deligt & ease
The charms of her suplanted all the rest
& those posesd by her alone can please
In vain all pleasures art & nature yeilds
My sickning soul their sweetest pastimes shun
& like the blighted blossom of the fields
Sickens & dies beneath the brightest sun
Possesd of her the remedy is sure
All heaven is present when the charmers there
Denyd of her theres nought admits a cure
Absence is hell—I perish in despair
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