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Poem by John Clare


The Soldier


Home furthest off grows dearer from the way;
And when the army in the Indias lay
Friends' letters coming from his native place
Were like old neighbours with their country face.
And every opportunity that came
Opened the sheet to gaze upon the name
Of that loved village where he left his sheep
For more contented peaceful folk to keep;
And friendly faces absent many a year
Would from such letters in his mind appear.
And when his pockets, chafing through the case,
Wore it quite out ere others took the place,
Right loath to be of company bereft
He kept the fragments while a bit was left. 



John Clare


John Clare's other poems:
  1. Language Has Not the Power to Speak What Love Indites
  2. Wood Rides
  3. Hodge
  4. Written in Northampton County Asylum
  5. Wild Bees


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Rupert Brooke The Soldier ("If I should die, think only this of me")
  • Gerard Hopkins The Soldier ("Yes. Why do we áll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless")

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