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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SUPPOSD TO BE UTTERD BY WERTER AT THE CONCLUSION OF HIS LAST INTERVIEW WITH CHARLOTTE
O wretched Man—Now hopes are fled & pastNot one Word more—one look—& that the last?
O Charlotte Charlotte stay my Angel stay
Do hear the last your Werter begs to say
The last forever—Dying—I implore
One Word—and then—I'm gone to come no more
Then o for once anticipate the friend
Look back and pity if you cant commend
Bid one Adieu—& instant I'll depart
Your Werter craves it with a broken heart
O prayers intreaties—all are spent in vain
She hears me not or hears me in disdain
'Tis done—'tis Death—I go—my fates decreed
Sure now she hears—my inmost souls reveald
Yes Angel Yes Your Werters Vows are true
What Silent still? she Answers not—Adieu!
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