Since
Edward departed and lef me behind
My heart is for ever in fear
But if a short hope in his abscence I find
Tis in Summer the prime of the year
But if a short hope in his abscence I find
Tis in Summer the prime of the year
When the
wind with the Zephers can scarce intervene
A Curse on the billows to form
A Curse on the billows to form
When the
Sky's Cloudless aspect so clear and serene
Puts me out of doubt of a storm
Puts me out of doubt of a storm
Then a
Moments Composure I catch from the breeze
And fancy my Edward as safe on the seas
And fancy my Edward as safe on the seas
But O
when in Autumn I shrink at the thought
The Hurricanes terribly rise
With such force as to meet with resistance from naught
And toss the ships up to the skies
& o to experience the lightnings red flash
Which darts thro' my window at night
When instant the thunder rolls off with a Clash
That stuns me to death with affright
The Hurricanes terribly rise
With such force as to meet with resistance from naught
And toss the ships up to the skies
& o to experience the lightnings red flash
Which darts thro' my window at night
When instant the thunder rolls off with a Clash
That stuns me to death with affright
And when it is over my heart know's no ease
From thinking what Edward endures on the seas
O then thou almighty that rides on the wind
And makes the dread thunder to roar
To a poor timid maiden in pity be kind
And Bid it to thunder no more
Make the wind all his strength so oerbearing resign
Or let him have no other power
Then the Zephers so harmles:—with them let him join
To dance in the Leaves of my Bower
Then a daily composure I'll catch from the Breeze
And for ever think Edward as safe on the seas
The Early Poems of John Clare 1804-1822
ed. Eric Robinson, David Powell and Margaret Grainger
(Oxford, 2 volumes, I-II, 1989)
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