John Clare (Джон Клэр)

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    My love, thou art a nosegay sweet,
      My sweetest flower I prove thee;
    And pleas’d I pin thee to my breast,
      And dearly do I love thee.

    And when, my nosegay, thou shalt fade,
      As sweet a flower thou’lt prove thee;
    And as thou witherest on my breast,
      For beauty past I’ll love thee.

    And when, my nosegay, thou shalt die,
      And heaven’s flower shalt prove thee;
    My hopes shall follow to the sky,
      And everlasting love thee.

1. The Woodman
2. The Thrush's Nest
3. Rural Evening
4. To an April Daisy
5. On an Infant’s Grave

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