The later poems of John Clare 1837-1864 ... General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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O the moment was sad when I went from my true loveWith her red cheeks and bright eyes blue grey
I kissed her wet cheek and ne'er sighed for a new love
And the wind sighed by us that day
I saw her heart sob wi' my arm on her shoulder
More fast than a watch while I fond did enfold her
And all the soft thoughts o' my fond heart I told her
While my cheek on her bosom did lay
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Ere the breezes of eve put the green leaves i' motionWi' her red rose cheek and her eyes blue grey
I left my fond lover to cross the wide ocean
And the white thorn covered with may
Wi' my arm round her waist and my cheek on her breast
It beat like a watch and its sorrows confest
I kissed that fair cheek and lull'd her to rest
Then steered for the fleet in the bay
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Poor girl she stood there more fixed than a statueAnd white as the marble even paler than snow
At the brig foot the bramble leaved thorny and matty
As the sun on its leaves glittered golden and low
Round my neck her white arms did most fondly enfold me
I kissed her fond lips Cupid smiled to behold me
And love the most fond in my abscence he told me
Ere from her I tore me to go
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