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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[How dread insensible death seems to be]
How dread insensible death seems to beTill all seems nothing with us when we dye
Memory love hope & joy all flee
As doth a gilt cloud from an evening sky
Spring flowers unconsious wraps us were we lye
& living feet tread oer our bones beneath
We hear them not—the robin tutles nigh
Suns shine the same winds wake springs balmy breath
& we in darkness still seem sleeping on with death
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