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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[& love runs oer a pleasant bed]
& love runs oer a pleasant bed
& tender does its waters flow
& heaven is its fountain head
& sweet the stream it takes below
Mary thro that source divine
That angels soul it flowd to me
Two streams made one in thine & mine
& never more shall parted be
& tender does its waters flow
& heaven is its fountain head
& sweet the stream it takes below
Mary thro that source divine
That angels soul it flowd to me
Two streams made one in thine & mine
& never more shall parted be
& if pain affects me deeply
Mary thou the scource must be
Other woes' maintained cheaply
If theyre only bore by me
When cares palness over glooms thee
Deaths last pangs are joys to thine
When joy smiles a capture from thee
Heavens joys a shade to mine
Mary thou the scource must be
Other woes' maintained cheaply
If theyre only bore by me
When cares palness over glooms thee
Deaths last pangs are joys to thine
When joy smiles a capture from thee
Heavens joys a shade to mine
Love shall crave no blessing given
Sides a wish to add to thine
I woud wish this world was heaven
As thou might ha' bliss divine
Each thought on hopes pinions flying
Steers its course to see the blest
Flutters round till fates complying
In thy arms then drops to rest
Sides a wish to add to thine
I woud wish this world was heaven
As thou might ha' bliss divine
Each thought on hopes pinions flying
Steers its course to see the blest
Flutters round till fates complying
In thy arms then drops to rest
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