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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[& come to my bosom my only thought pleasure]
& come to my bosom my only thought pleasure
& prove that thou lovst to give pleasure to me
& come to my bosom my lone valud treasure
As all that can please me is resting wi thee
& prove that thou lovst to give pleasure to me
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As all that can please me is resting wi thee
Come to my bosom that waits thy complying
Like the parchd earth in the summer the rain
Love in thy absence droops languid & dying
& only revives when it meets thee again
Like the parchd earth in the summer the rain
Love in thy absence droops languid & dying
& only revives when it meets thee again
When I think on thee life half its load looses
When I enjoy what thy presence can bring
Sorrow half charmd into sorrow reposes
& pain melts wi kindness to lay by his sting
When I enjoy what thy presence can bring
Sorrow half charmd into sorrow reposes
& pain melts wi kindness to lay by his sting
Come then to me wi thy fondness revealed
Softly to mine let thy blushing cheek bend
One wish Ill breathe wi my lips to thine sealed
Our trance may in heaven awake at its end
Softly to mine let thy blushing cheek bend
One wish Ill breathe wi my lips to thine sealed
Our trance may in heaven awake at its end
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