I sat beside the pasture stream
When Beautys self was sitting by
The fields did more than Eden seem
Nor could I tell the reason why
I often drank when not adry
To pledge her health in draughts divine
Smiles made it nectar from the sky
Love turned een water into wine
O Poesy is on the wane
I cannot find her face again
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Mary? What period was this written in Roger?
It was published in ‘Rural Muse’, so late 1820s/early 1830s. Clare bemoaning the disappearance of the beauty he once knew and recorded in minute detail: ‘Eden Defiled’ as I call it in Chapbook No.17.
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