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1793–1864

Secret Love

John Clare

I hid my love when young till I Could n'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.

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