Three ‘fragments’

Three of the many Clare ‘fragments’ – poems with very few lines or those started and forgotten. 

Sweeter than roses was the face
Sweeter than roses was the face
For whom I pluckd the flower
Sweeter than heaven was the place
In that delightful hour

Beautiful woman visions dwell
Beautiful woman visions dwell
Of heavens joy about thee
& every step I take is hell
That walks thro' life without thee

Loves memories haunt my footsteps still
Loves memories haunt my footsteps still
Like ceaseless flowings of the river
Its mystic depths say what can fill
Sad disappointment waits for ever

#poetry #environment 

#honesty

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