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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[Loves recollections is like the spring morning]
Loves recollections is like the spring morning
Which the young beams of morns sun shined oer
What now surley winter broods oer wi his scorning
& glooms into shade what shone lovley before
Here stands the tree which the thorn blossom cherishd
That gracd the sweet breast thats unknown to my pain
But fled is my love & the flower it is perishd
Nor love nor the flower will ere blossom again
Which the young beams of morns sun shined oer
What now surley winter broods oer wi his scorning
& glooms into shade what shone lovley before
Here stands the tree which the thorn blossom cherishd
That gracd the sweet breast thats unknown to my pain
But fled is my love & the flower it is perishd
Nor love nor the flower will ere blossom again
The honey shower of love when its past
The shadow that with memory does stay
Is like the naked nest of the bird in the blast
Which summers love leaves to decay
Here is the bower where my love sat beside me
Here is the seat that all pleasure has known
But the source of my bliss that like fountains supplyd me
The bird from its nest & its partner is flown
The shadow that with memory does stay
Is like the naked nest of the bird in the blast
Which summers love leaves to decay
Here is the bower where my love sat beside me
Here is the seat that all pleasure has known
But the source of my bliss that like fountains supplyd me
The bird from its nest & its partner is flown
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