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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BALLAD
[Streamlet thou hast known my love]
Streamlet thou hast known my love
Guggling brook & thou canst tell
How beneath the willow grove
Ive met wi her I love so well
Streamlet as thy waters flutter
Oer the stones wi murmring noise
Coudst thou sound what love did utter
Thou woudst sound a world of joys
Guggling brook & thou canst tell
How beneath the willow grove
Ive met wi her I love so well
Streamlet as thy waters flutter
Oer the stones wi murmring noise
Coudst thou sound what love did utter
Thou woudst sound a world of joys
Babbling brook but hold thy tongue
Why to wandering clowns reveal
Secrets that to love belong
Love which they can never feel
Babbling streamlet be thou hush
Was the maid to hear thee noise
Where I kissd thoud raise a blush
Murmur not departed joys
Why to wandering clowns reveal
Secrets that to love belong
Love which they can never feel
Babbling streamlet be thou hush
Was the maid to hear thee noise
Where I kissd thoud raise a blush
Murmur not departed joys
When I claspt her slender waist
Streamlet thou has known it well
When I kisst her snowy breast
Streamlet thou coudst often tell
While the moon that mockt embraces
On the stream woud bliss anoy
Thou hast seen her blushing graces
Wisper not departed joy
Streamlet thou has known it well
When I kisst her snowy breast
Streamlet thou coudst often tell
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On the stream woud bliss anoy
Thou hast seen her blushing graces
Wisper not departed joy
Streamlet let not love reprove thee
Be his friend & keep discreet
'Nough thoust provd for me to love thee
Praise is thine when ere we meet
Streamlet wind thy wandering way
Woudst thou keep thy guggling noise
Murmur to the linnets lay
Mention not departed joys
Be his friend & keep discreet
'Nough thoust provd for me to love thee
Praise is thine when ere we meet
Streamlet wind thy wandering way
Woudst thou keep thy guggling noise
Murmur to the linnets lay
Mention not departed joys
| The early poems of John Clare | |