Poem by John Clare

Song

    One gloomy eve I roam’d about
      ’Neath Oxey’s hazel bowers,
    While timid hares were darting out,
      To crop the dewy flowers;
    And soothing was the scene to me,
      Right pleased was my soul,
    My breast was calm as summer’s sea
      When waves forget to roll.

    But short was even’s placid smile,
      My startled soul to charm,
    When Nelly lightly skipt the stile,
      With milk-pail on her arm:
    One careless look on me she flung,
      As bright as parting day:
    And like a hawk from covert sprung,
      It pounc’d my peace away.

1. Patty of the Vale
2. Effusion
3. Ballad
4. My Love, Thou Art a Nosegay Sweet
5. The Meeting

Irwin Ginsberg Song ("The weight of the world") 1954

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