John Clare (Джон Клэр)

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Love lives beyond
The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew—
               I love the fond,
The faithful, and the true

               Love lives in sleep,
'Tis happiness of healthy dreams
               Eve’s dews may weep,
But love delightful seems.

               'Tis seen in flowers,
And in the even's pearly dew
               On earth's green hours,
And in the heaven's eternal blue.

               ‘Tis heard in spring
When light and sunbeams, warm and kind,
               On angels’ wing
Bring love and music to the wind.

               And where is voice,
So young, so beautiful and sweet
               As nature’s choice,
Where Spring and lovers meet?

               Love lives beyond
The tomb, the earth, the flowers, and dew.
               I love the fond,
The faithful, young and true.

1. Written in Northampton County Asylum
2. The Yellowhammer's Nest
3. The Maid Of Jerusalem
4. Farm Breakfast
5. To Napoleon

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