I HID MY LOVE
by: John Clare (1793-1864)
- 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'er I saw a wildflower lie
- I kissed and bade my love good-bye.
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- I met her in the greenest dells,
- Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells;
- 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.
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- I hid my love in field and town
- Till e'en the breeze would knock me down;
- The bees seemed singing ballads o'er,
- 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.
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