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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Yon cot holds all thats dear to me
From whence the breeze is blowing
Where still my heart must prisner be
Where every wish is going
Coud she love me as I love her
Enough of bliss wer given
A fair to equal I aver
Woud but be found in heaven
From whence the breeze is blowing
Where still my heart must prisner be
Where every wish is going
Coud she love me as I love her
Enough of bliss wer given
A fair to equal I aver
Woud but be found in heaven
Id fain be of black arts possest
A magic proof to find
To lay unbare her ivory breast
& know its tenants mind
As I love her coud she love me
Enough of bliss wer given
An earthly immortality
Id want no more of heaven
A magic proof to find
To lay unbare her ivory breast
& know its tenants mind
As I love her coud she love me
Enough of bliss wer given
An earthly immortality
Id want no more of heaven
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