The Courtship (excerpt)





















Where are you going lovely maid
The morning fine & early
“I’m going to Walkerd”, Sir she said
& made across the barley

I asked her name she blushed away
The question seemed to burn her
A neighbour came & passed the day
& called her Patty Turner

I wrote my better poems there
To beautys praise I owe it
The muses they get all the praise
But woman makes the poet

A womans is the dearest love
Theres nought on earth sincerer
The leisure upon beautys breast
Can any thing be dearer

I saw her love in beauty’s face
I saw her in the rose
I saw her in the fairest flowers
In every weed that grows

Poems of John Clare's Madness
ed. Geoffrey Grigson (RKP, 1949)

1 comment:

DEI-EX said...

Photo, with very many thanks, from Geraldine Green... (x)