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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EMMA
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The fresh beauties of youth, lovely Emma adorning,
Like the Spring's are first seen to disclose,
When the dew-dropping silver of May's infant morning,
Unfolds the sweet blush of the rose.
Like the Spring's are first seen to disclose,
When the dew-dropping silver of May's infant morning,
Unfolds the sweet blush of the rose.
While her charms, oh as varied as Summer's profusion,
And ripe as the Autumn for love,
In her blue eyes sweet beaming the thrilling confusion
Neer failing each bosom to move.
And ripe as the Autumn for love,
In her blue eyes sweet beaming the thrilling confusion
Neer failing each bosom to move.
And the snows o' the Winter, improv'd on her bosom,
No need as a rival be told.
And oh! my sad pains when I 'gan to disclose them
I found it as chilling and cold.
No need as a rival be told.
And oh! my sad pains when I 'gan to disclose them
I found it as chilling and cold.
| The early poems of John Clare | |