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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TO A BOWER
Three times sweet awthorn I have met thy bower& thou hast gaind my love & I do feel
A aching pain to leave thee—every flower
Around thee opening sweeter charms reveal
& bind my fondness stronger—wild wood bower
In memorys kallender thourt treasurd up
& shoud we meet in some remoter hour
When all thy bloom to winter winds shall droop
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Shoud my grey wrinkles pass thy spot of ground
& find it bare—wi thee no longer crownd
Wi in the wood mans faggot torn from hence
Or chopt by hedgers up for yonder fence
Ah shoud I chance by thee as then to come
Ill look upon thy nakedness wi pain
& as I view thy desolated doom
In fancys eye Ill fetch thy shade again
& of this lovly day Ill think & sigh
& ponder oer this sweetly passing hour
& feel as then the throes of joys gone bye
When I was young & thou a blooming bower
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