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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COME HELEN MY RARE ONE
The Springs come for good now
And green is the wood bough
And sweetly the wild birds are singing to day
The primrose bloom shoots
Close by hazel roots
And white shines the May bloom upon the thorn spray
And green is the wood bough
And sweetly the wild birds are singing to day
The primrose bloom shoots
Close by hazel roots
And white shines the May bloom upon the thorn spray
Come my young day dream
Let us walk by the May stream
Where the water is purling clear over the stones
And the little birds twitter
Where they spangle and glitter
As the waters glide on with their musical tones
Let us walk by the May stream
Where the water is purling clear over the stones
And the little birds twitter
Where they spangle and glitter
As the waters glide on with their musical tones
Come hither sweet Hellen
Where echoes are telling
Sweet stories of spring in its beautiful green
Where birds they are singing
And bees they are bringing
Their thigh loads of honey & wax home at e'en
Where echoes are telling
Sweet stories of spring in its beautiful green
Where birds they are singing
And bees they are bringing
Their thigh loads of honey & wax home at e'en
Sweet Hellen come hither
We'll gather togither
The cowslip, the primrose and violet so blue
Come hither my Hellen
Where the Blackbird is dwelling
In the hedge row all covered wi evening dew
We'll gather togither
The cowslip, the primrose and violet so blue
Come hither my Hellen
Where the Blackbird is dwelling
In the hedge row all covered wi evening dew
Come Helen my rare one
My lovely and fair one
The Anemone gather and violet so blue
Come out in straw Bonnet
Wi blue ribbons on it
We'll gather a nosegay all glittering wi dew
My lovely and fair one
The Anemone gather and violet so blue
Come out in straw Bonnet
Wi blue ribbons on it
We'll gather a nosegay all glittering wi dew
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