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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[Sad was the day when my willie did leave me]
Sad was the day when my willie did leave me
Sad was the moments that wing'd him away
And Oh most distressing & most it did grieve me
To witness his looks when I press'd him to stay
It hurt him to think that in vain was my crying
Which I couldnt help tho I knew it [so] too
The Trumpets all sounding the Colours all flying
A Soldier my wilie he couldnt but go
Sad was the moments that wing'd him away
And Oh most distressing & most it did grieve me
To witness his looks when I press'd him to stay
It hurt him to think that in vain was my crying
Which I couldnt help tho I knew it [so] too
The Trumpets all sounding the Colours all flying
A Soldier my wilie he couldnt but go
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The youths never heeding tomorrow & danger
Where laughing & toasting their girls oer their beer
But O my poor Willie just like a lost stranger
Stood speechles among them half dead as it where
He kiss'd me—twas all—not a word when he started
And oh in his silence too much I could see
He knew for a truth & he knew broken hearted
That kiss was the last he should ever gie me
Where laughing & toasting their girls oer their beer
But O my poor Willie just like a lost stranger
Stood speechles among them half dead as it where
He kiss'd me—twas all—not a word when he started
And oh in his silence too much I could see
He knew for a truth & he knew broken hearted
That kiss was the last he should ever gie me
| The early poems of John Clare | |