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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WIDOWERS LAMENT (b)
Age yellows my leaf with a daily decline
& nature turns sick wi decay
Short is the thread on lifes spool that is mine
& few are my wishes to stay
The bud that has seen but the sun of an hour
When storms overtake it may sigh
But fruit that has weatherd lifes sunshine & shower
Drops easy & gladly to dye
& nature turns sick wi decay
Short is the thread on lifes spool that is mine
& few are my wishes to stay
The bud that has seen but the sun of an hour
When storms overtake it may sigh
But fruit that has weatherd lifes sunshine & shower
Drops easy & gladly to dye
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The prop of my age & the balm of my pain
Wi the length of lifes years has declind
& like the last sheep of the f[l]ock on the plain
She leaves me uneasy behind
I think of the days when our hearts they was one
& she of my youth was the pride
I look for the prop of my age—but its gone
& I long to drop down by her side
Wi the length of lifes years has declind
& like the last sheep of the f[l]ock on the plain
She leaves me uneasy behind
I think of the days when our hearts they was one
& she of my youth was the pride
I look for the prop of my age—but its gone
& I long to drop down by her side
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