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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[There was a time when loves young flowers]
There was a time when loves young flowers
Wi many a joy my bosom prest
Sweet hours of bliss—but short are hours
Those hours are fled—& Im distresst
I woud not wish gen reasons spite
I woud not wish new joy to gain
I only wish but one delight
To see those hours of bliss again
Wi many a joy my bosom prest
Sweet hours of bliss—but short are hours
Those hours are fled—& Im distresst
I woud not wish gen reasons spite
I woud not wish new joy to gain
I only wish but one delight
To see those hours of bliss again
There was a day when love was young
& nought but bliss did there belong
When black birds nestling oer us sung
Ah me what sweetness wakd his song
I wish not springs for ever fled
I wish not birds forgotten strain
I only wish for feelings dead
To warm & wake & feel again
& nought but bliss did there belong
When black birds nestling oer us sung
Ah me what sweetness wakd his song
I wish not springs for ever fled
I wish not birds forgotten strain
I only wish for feelings dead
To warm & wake & feel again
But ah all that was once is past
The times gone by the day & hour
Is wirring fled on troubles blast
As winter nips the summer flower
A shadows only left the mind
Of joys that once was real to view
A echo only fills the wind
Wi mocking sounds that once were true
The times gone by the day & hour
Is wirring fled on troubles blast
As winter nips the summer flower
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Of joys that once was real to view
A echo only fills the wind
Wi mocking sounds that once were true
| The early poems of John Clare | |