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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The later poems of John Clare | ||
[Come hither ye who thirst]
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Come hither ye who thirstPure still the brook flows on
Its waters are not curst
Clear from its rock of stone
It bubbles and it boils
An everlasting rill
Then eddies and recoils
And wimples clearer still
Art troubled then come hither
And tast[e] of peace for ever
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Art weary heres the placeFor weariness to rest
These flowers are herbs of grace
To cure the aching breast
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Where dew drops only weep
Where nature turns god thanks
And sings herself to sleep
Art troubled with strife come hither
Here is peace and summer weather
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Come hither for pleasure who listHere is oak boughs for a shade
Their leaves they will hide from the mist
Ere the sun his broad disk has displayed
Here is peace if thy bosom be troubled
Here is rest if thou'rt weary—sit down
Here pleasure you'll find it is doubled
For content is lifes only crown
Disciples of sorrow come hither
For no blasts my joys can wither
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Art sick of the naughty worldThere's many been sick before thee
Then leave these young shoots with their tendrels curl'd
For the oaks that are mossy and hoary
Art weary with beating the flood
Here's a mossy bank—come and sit down
'Twas nature that planted this wood
Unknown to the sins of the town
Full of pride and contention come hither
We'll talk of our troubles together
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The world is all tost in commotionThe blind lead the blind into strife
Come hither thou wreck of lifes ocean
Let solitude warm thee to life
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Be anything but the worlds man
The dark of to day brings the suns of tomorrow
Be proud that your joy here began
Poor shipwreck of life journey hither
And we'll talk of lifes troubles together
The later poems of John Clare | ||