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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EARLY SORROWS
Full many a sharp sad unprevented thornFinds room to wound lifes lacerated flower
Which subtle fate to every mortal born
Guides unprevented in an early hour
Ah cruel thorns too soon I felt your power
Your throbbing shoots of never ceasing pain
Hopes blossoms in their bud did long devour
& left continud my sad eyes to strain
Or wilderd spots choakd up wi sorrows weeds
Alas thats shaken but too many seeds
To leave me room for hopes to bud again
But fate may torture while it is decreed
When all my hopes unblighted blooms remains
That heavens recompence shall this succeed
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