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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[Thou moon crazd man]
Thou moon crazd man
Thy pale face like to mine
Seems chilld wi fear musing on Mystery
I now for the last time shall see thee shine
Fair moon good bye & thou shall drop & I shall dye
& I shall be [no] more thoult rise again
Fair moon good bye
Thy pale face like to mine
Seems chilld wi fear musing on Mystery
I now for the last time shall see thee shine
Fair moon good bye & thou shall drop & I shall dye
& I shall be [no] more thoult rise again
Fair moon good bye
Awful it is to the Eye
Now that its closing is near
How shocking it is for to know
We must die
—No way of 'scaping th
Vengance thats near
Now that its closing is near
How shocking it is for to know
We must die
—No way of 'scaping th
Vengance thats near
I saw the sun this morning rise
I watchd him to his bed
But ere agen he glads the skys
Hell shine upon me dead
I watchd him to his bed
But ere agen he glads the skys
Hell shine upon me dead
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