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 | ||
I MET A PLEASANT MAIDEN
On the seventeenth of April I' the good year forty nine
I met a pleasant maiden And I wished the maid was mine
She'd cowslips in her basket She'd sweet briar in her hand
Her love I would have ask'd But she would not understand
I met a pleasant maiden And I wished the maid was mine
She'd cowslips in her basket She'd sweet briar in her hand
Her love I would have ask'd But she would not understand
I touched her gown in passing And she looked in strange surprise
The meadow pool spread glassing In the beautiful sunrise
Her shall was of the flags so green Her gown was brown and red
Her stockings white as snow was seen And lightsome was her tread
The meadow pool spread glassing In the beautiful sunrise
Her shall was of the flags so green Her gown was brown and red
Her stockings white as snow was seen And lightsome was her tread
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The linnet chirrupt in the thorn the lark sung in the sky
And bonny was the sunny morn And every road was dry
I took [her] by the waist so [small] All in a pleasant place
She no denial made at all But smiled upon my face
And bonny was the sunny morn And every road was dry
I took [her] by the waist so [small] All in a pleasant place
She no denial made at all But smiled upon my face
I cuddled her in the green grass And sat among the hay
Till sunshine o'er the hill did pass And day light went away
I kissed [her] o'er her bonny face So tender and so true
And left my blessing on the place Among the foggy dew
Till sunshine o'er the hill did pass And day light went away
I kissed [her] o'er her bonny face So tender and so true
And left my blessing on the place Among the foggy dew
The later poems of John Clare | ||