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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 | The later poems of John Clare |  |
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NOW IS PAST
Now is past the happy now
When we together roved
Beneath wild woods oak tree bough
And nature said we loved
Winters blast
The now since then has crept between
And left us both apart
Winters that withered all the green
Hath froze the beating heart
Now is past
When we together roved
Beneath wild woods oak tree bough
And nature said we loved
Winters blast
The now since then has crept between
And left us both apart
Winters that withered all the green
Hath froze the beating heart
Now is past
Now is past since last we met
Beneath the hazle bough
Before the evening sun was set
Her shadow stretched below
Autumns blast
Has stained and blighted every bough
Wild strawberry's like her lips
Have left the mosses green below
Her blooms upon the hips
Now is past
Beneath the hazle bough
Before the evening sun was set
Her shadow stretched below
Autumns blast
Has stained and blighted every bough
Wild strawberry's like her lips
Have left the mosses green below
Her blooms upon the hips
Now is past
Now is passed is changed agen
The woods and fields has painted new
Wild strawberry's which both gathered then
None knows now where they grew
The sky's o'er cast
Wood stra[w]berry's faded from wood sides
Green leaves have all turned yellow
No Adelaide walks the wood sides
True love has no bedfellow
Now is past
The woods and fields has painted new
Wild strawberry's which both gathered then
None knows now where they grew
The sky's o'er cast
Wood stra[w]berry's faded from wood sides
Green leaves have all turned yellow
No Adelaide walks the wood sides
True love has no bedfellow
Now is past
| The later poems of John Clare | |