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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[I wandered forth to view the streams]
I wandered forth to view the streams
And breath[e] a bit the morning air
Enjoying mornings summer dreams
Where every thing looked fresh & fair
When coming down the dusty road
A bonny maid I chanced to meet
Her neck was white her shoulders broad
Her vacant look was very sweet
And breath[e] a bit the morning air
Enjoying mornings summer dreams
Where every thing looked fresh & fair
When coming down the dusty road
A bonny maid I chanced to meet
Her neck was white her shoulders broad
Her vacant look was very sweet
Good morning Sir the days so warm
It almost melts one on the road
Her voice was musics melting charm
Her bosom soft her shoulders broad
I wispered to her dont say Nay
My own hearts secret loves you well
She said a word—I will not say
And told a tale I will not tell
It almost melts one on the road
Her voice was musics melting charm
Her bosom soft her shoulders broad
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My own hearts secret loves you well
She said a word—I will not say
And told a tale I will not tell
| The later poems of John Clare | |