The later poems of John Clare 1837-1864 ... General editor Eric Robinson: Edited by Eric Robinson and David Powell: Associate editor Margaret Grainger |
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WHEN I WAS YOUNG |
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WHEN I WAS YOUNG
When I was young I fell in love and got but little good on't
When she passed I turned away
At first she would then woudn't
I wished to speak and then the sigh
Came first and always stopt it
Come silence tell my wishes then
I thought so and then dropt it
And never tried to speak agen
When she passed I turned away
At first she would then woudn't
I wished to speak and then the sigh
Came first and always stopt it
Come silence tell my wishes then
I thought so and then dropt it
And never tried to speak agen
The path that o'er the cornfield lay
I met her one day early
She turned her face another way
And I walked in the barley
A lark that moment sought the sky
Close to her gown or nearly
Her bright eye looked to see him fly
And then I loved her dearly
I met her one day early
She turned her face another way
And I walked in the barley
A lark that moment sought the sky
Close to her gown or nearly
Her bright eye looked to see him fly
And then I loved her dearly
And turns the rosey cheek to clay
Tis beauty's face in woman's form
That steals the senses all away
That rends the bosom like a storm
Though mild as evenings sober ray
The winds they sigh the dews they weep
And on the violets bosom fall
First love and truth unriddles all
Tis beauty's face in woman's form
That steals the senses all away
That rends the bosom like a storm
Though mild as evenings sober ray
The winds they sigh the dews they weep
And on the violets bosom fall
First love and truth unriddles all
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