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 SLEEP
Lost on a Journey at Night
Not on the feather bed nor the down pillow
Sleep I solicit thy aid
Nor in the sad dying sighs of the willow
Murmur the scorn of a maid
Sleep I solicit thy aid
Nor in the sad dying sighs of the willow
Murmur the scorn of a maid
But on the wild were the rude tree is spreading
Its sad sorry shelter my home
Where rushes unseen & the grass forms my bedding
Sweet sleep I coud wish thee to come
Its sad sorry shelter my home
Where rushes unseen & the grass forms my bedding
Sweet sleep I coud wish thee to come
Here hermit like my blind eyes Id feign close em
While all the worlds bedded & blest
O sleep be so kind as to lend me thy bosom
& lay my head weary to rest
While all the worlds bedded & blest
O sleep be so kind as to lend me thy bosom
& lay my head weary to rest
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