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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HOPE
This world has suns but they are overcastThis world has sweets but theyre of lingering bloom
Life still expects & empty falls at last
Warm Hopes on tiptoe drops into the tomb
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& dwells on fancys which tomorrows see
Tomorrows come—true copys of today
& empty shadows of what is to be
Yet cheated hopes on future still depends
& ends but only when our living ends
I long have hopd & still shall hope the best
Till heedless weeds are scrambling over me
& hopes & ashes both together rest
At journeys end with them that cease to be
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