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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[Woes my sad heart sin in sorrow repining]
Woes my sad heart sin in sorrow repining
Loves gold stamped image first gave me its smile
When I like a fool was alurd by its shining
That all rubbed off when Id wore it awhile
Sympathy joins me bewailing such treasures
Springs early morning wi dews in her eye
Knows but too plainly the worth of her pleasures
& mourns een as I do the love passed bye
Loves gold stamped image first gave me its smile
When I like a fool was alurd by its shining
That all rubbed off when Id wore it awhile
Sympathy joins me bewailing such treasures
Springs early morning wi dews in her eye
Knows but too plainly the worth of her pleasures
& mourns een as I do the love passed bye
Come gentle morning thy mild dewey weather
Tremble thy drops to the summers controul
Thee will I seek & well sorrow together
Silence it self shall speak balm to my soul
While ye bewail the sad sun beams returning
That kills your short joys—they in sympathy shine
As some consolation to thank dewey morning
I find charms to mourn as disembld as mine
Tremble thy drops to the summers controul
Thee will I seek & well sorrow together
Silence it self shall speak balm to my soul
While ye bewail the sad sun beams returning
That kills your short joys—they in sympathy shine
As some consolation to thank dewey morning
I find charms to mourn as disembld as mine
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