CategoryJohn Clare

First Love


I ne’er was struck before that hourWith love so sudden and so sweet,Her face it bloomed like a sweet flowerAnd stole my heart away complete.My face turned pale as deadly pale.My legs refused to walk away,And when she looked, what could I ail?My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my faceAnd took my eyesight quite away,The trees and bushes round the placeSeemed...