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 |  |
COME SOFTLY MY DARLING
Come softly my darling My love quickly come
To its hole fly's the starling The bee tutles home
The moon it shines sweetly O'er firwood and lea
O come out love and meet me My sweetheart to be
To its hole fly's the starling The bee tutles home
The moon it shines sweetly O'er firwood and lea
O come out love and meet me My sweetheart to be
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My dear Mary Williams how lone absence seems
Does nature ill will us The woods and the streams
Come out love unchiding Our walk love shall be
Down the lonely wood riding neath the rusty fir tree
Does nature ill will us The woods and the streams
Come out love unchiding Our walk love shall be
Down the lonely wood riding neath the rusty fir tree
The night lamps of heaven The moons gentle light
To thee and me love To walk out to night
By thy gloved hand I'll charm thee and do nothing foul
Where nought shall alarm thee Save the whoop o' the Owl
To thee and me love To walk out to night
By thy gloved hand I'll charm thee and do nothing foul
Where nought shall alarm thee Save the whoop o' the Owl
All silent is moonlight Rustled leaps o' the frog
Dark clouds passing soon light And bark o the dog
Are all we shall hear love And nought shall we see
But the white blooming brere love And the night black fir tree
Dark clouds passing soon light And bark o the dog
Are all we shall hear love And nought shall we see
But the white blooming brere love And the night black fir tree
So come out Mary Williams and meet me to night
Dark firs and grey willows Shall hide our delight
My arm round thy blisses My lips on thy cheek
I'd love thee in kisses Night and day the whole week
Dark firs and grey willows Shall hide our delight
My arm round thy blisses My lips on thy cheek
I'd love thee in kisses Night and day the whole week
| The later poems of John Clare | |