It might be thought this is a modern poem, but no, it is Clare writing 200 years ago.
All enemies open their mouths to deride
Fear & snares are against us on every side
Desolation destruction hath left us no shore
With rivers of waters mine eyes runneth oer
For the destruction of the daughter of my peoples renown
Without intermission my tears trickle down
Till the lord shall look down from the heavens & see
I mourn for my own citys daughters & me
Mine enemies chased me like a bird from its nest
My heart from its home & would give me no rest
They've cut off my life in the dungeon—to sever
& cast a stone on the door of my freedom forever
Desolation destruction hath left us no shore
With rivers of waters mine eyes runneth oer
For the destruction of the daughter of my peoples renown
Without intermission my tears trickle down
Till the lord shall look down from the heavens & see
I mourn for my own citys daughters & me
Mine enemies chased me like a bird from its nest
My heart from its home & would give me no rest
They've cut off my life in the dungeon—to sever
& cast a stone on the door of my freedom forever
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