John Clare collection

Major Works (Oxford World's Classics) by John Clare, Eric Robinson, David Powell, and Tom Paulin (Paperback - Sep 1, 2008)

 

Just out is this large collection of work by John Clare. A lesser known Romantic poet, Clare is wonderful. He also had a fascinating and rather tragic life, spending much of it in an insane asylum. But his poetry is full of the beauties of nature and a remarkable and kind spirit.

 

Secret Love

I hid my love when young till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my love to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where eer I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good bye.

I met her in the greenest dells
Where dewdrops pearl the wood blue bells
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,
The bee kissed and went singing by,
A sunbeam found a passage there,
A gold chain round her neck so fair;
As secret as the wild bee's song
She lay there all the summer long.

I hid my love in field and town
Till een the breeze would knock me down,
The bees seemed singing ballads oer,
The fly's bass turned a lion's roar;
And even silence found a tongue,
To haunt me all the summer long;
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.